It was like the wave of grief swallowed me up in an instant. A physical blow that took my breath away.
This blue satin was purchased by Gavin's Grandma Bailey. She bought it to make the pillow his head now rests on. She said, "It matches the color of his eyes." And it does - perfectly.
Somehow, I still cannot come to grips with the separation from Gavin's physical body. I know his spirit no longer resides in that sweet little imperfect - yet so perfect - body. A body that now lies under a patch of grass next to many, many other two foot caskets. I have tried to explain the feeling I have about burying a child a being separated from that child's body. It's indescribable. Something no one really gets until they do it themselves.
I pray there is never another mother who has to do this.
I dreamed of creating a sweet baby all my life. I carried that little body for eight months. Cared for it for three months in a hospital. Held it while it breathed the last breath. Held it for two hours before placing it on that blue satin pillow. And gave it one last kiss before they closed the top and we said goodbye. No one can say there isn't a strong connection and love between a child's body and a mother. Even when the spirit has left. A mother still cares for it. Longs to hold it. Just for one more minute. To give it a million more kisses.
I have come to a peace about Gavin's plan. And mine too. I know that I cannot be with his spirit right now, but to know that his blond hair, blue eyes and funny little grin are just a mere two miles from my home . . . it's almost more than I can bear right now.
I miss him today. Desperately. I miss his sweet spirit and tiny little body that now lays on a pillow of blue satin - that matches his eyes.
How come Jack will listen to every word Grandpa Dave says, but not a single word I say?
Later that evening we headed over to the Iron County Fair Grounds. I think I laughed til I wet my pants on the Gravitron (you know, that wheel ride that spins you so fast you stick to the wall?) cause the carnival worker started laughing when my mom got on with us. Apparently he doesn't know she is CINDY - the amazing woman. She did better on the ride than I did! I thought I was going to have a heart attack at the ripe old age of 27. Just imagine the Cedar City newspaper headline . . . 
After the rides (and THANK GOODNESS it was after the rides) we ate fair food. You know the kind - where it tastes so good there and you pay for it later? Yeah . . . Jason ate three husks of sweet corn dipped in butter and salt . . .
And later that night was the highly anticipated rodeo! I have to admit, it was a fun atmosphere.
See?
Sunday we went to church and had a bbq with friends. It was so fun to spend time together and watch Jack interact with other kids. 
And of course, we HAD to give Jack a bath in Grandma Cindy's big bath tub. 
I think he would be a fish if I let him.
Monday morning we woke up bright and early (ahem . . . 10am) to go to the Iron County Labor Day Parade.
And then we spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing with the family til it was time to pack up and go home.
and received this awesome homemade frame for our wedding picture from Jason . . .
and some time by myself here.
