Happy. It would indicate great joy.
Elation. Birthday.
The day of birth into this world. Right?
The indication of celebration. Gifts. Cake. Candles. Singing perhaps.
It all fits.
But what do you do when the birthday doesn't signify one year older.
When the birthday is simply a memory of the one celebrated.
"The plan" wasn't all I thought it would be. Maybe it was a half hearted way of patching together a day to make it look doable. So we worked because it seemed right. Our lunch was at a place marked acceptable and maybe even fun for our loved one. Sipping coke in the parking lot seemed natural. The haphazard dinner plans were warm and fuzzy. Even the quietness of our new home seems to have taken on a whole new feel.
The words of family and those who loved him are like a cloak of sweetness. Covering with the warmth of love and prayers.
Today presented itself with a unique opportunity. Maybe today was the day Sawyer asked God to give me a special gift. Perhaps. To give me a taste of why I am on this earth. To remind me that heaven awaits and I need to bring others with me. And so it went...given the opportunity to witness His love. That was the gift on this special day. This was the gift that replaced the "happy birthday Sawyer" gift I usually buy for myself.
He really was a wonderful child. Why? I guess it's not a question I spend a lot of time asking. The memories. They are sweet and ones I'm so happy to have. Do I miss him? Every day. Always and forever. Happy Birthday my sweet boy! Till we meet again!💜
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