Mother's Day is still a difficult day for me. I think it always will be. I listen to the primary children sing to their moms at church and it makes my heart break over and over. I can't help but think that I should have an almost two year old boy sitting beside us.
I can't help but think about the way my life SHOULD have been.
The way I had it all planned out in my head . . .
But sometimes life takes a different course and we are forced to accept change and find peace with our "new normals."
Even with the thoughts of Gavin and the longing to hold him - especially on a day like today . . . I would be ungrateful if I didn't show my gratitude for my sweet son Jack. Sunday morning Jack brought me Cinnamon rolls in bed (with dad's help, of course) and did a funny little dance to brighten my day (also with dad's help). Then Jack gave me a silver ring with his and Gavin's names engraved on it. A perfect gift from the boys I love most.
I have to say this Mother's Day was the slightest bit easier than the last one. I cuddled Jack all day long and told him how much I love him. I never want him to go a day without knowing how much happiness he has brought into our lives.
Jack and Grandpa spent a good half hour napping together. Isn't that cute?!