Well, the "perfect day" has finally arrived. 10/10/10. And this isn't at all how I expected to spend this day. I expected to be in the hospital tonight, holding you and looking into your eyes for the first time.
Instead, we spent the evening remembering you and wishing we could have looked into your eyes just once.
We have a tradition in our family that we make a garden stone for each of our kids when they're a week old. We put their hand and feet prints in the stone and decorate it before putting it in our yard. Here's what your brothers' stones look like:
Gideon:
Canaan:
So today, on what would have been your birthday, we decided to make a stone for you anyway. Nana and Papa came over to help us.
First, Daddy mixed the concrete:
Then we took turns putting white and clear stones into the wet cement:
We let it dry and then put it in the garden where it belongs. I think it turned out beautifully!
Sweet Benjamin, I hope you know how much I wish you were here. I'm so sorry that we'll never get to know you like we'd like. But I'm only sorry for us. I'm not sorry for you. Because you, sweet boy, are not missing out on anything at all. You have your perfect, glorified body already! You are in the presence of Jesus! Yes, I'm your mommy and I selfishly want you with me. But how could I wish to take you away from where you are. What better birthday than to have a truly perfect day!
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