Happy Birthday!

I have been writing and rewriting this post for a week.  I just couldn’t get the words to come out.  Last week our family had the privilege of celebrating our sweet Ireland’s first birthday.  It was a nice day.  Filled with tender moments and some tears.  But mostly of  wishful thoughts of what could have been.  I was very uncertain about what the day would hold, and spent most of the day before in fearful anticipation of her actual birthday.  It was unwarranted worry (as most worry is), the day was pretty nice.

We went to the store and got Ireland some pink roses to take to her grave. I wanted to go out and spend a little time with her at the cemetery and introduce her to Potter J.  It was pretty cold, and getting dark so I didn’t get to stay as long as I wanted. But we got some nice pictures anyway. 

I think that the cemetery where Ireland is resting, is one of the prettiest places in the world, it’s just peaceful and quiet.  As we were leaving the sun was setting, and I thought wow.  Look at what my sweet girl gets to see every night. It was incredible.

Ireland’s view



Peace.
Looking down onto the cemetery.
I have a dear friend that is a baker extraordinaire, and I had asked her if she would bake a princess cake for Ireland’s birthday. She made the most adorably sweet cake. I cried when I saw it.  It had the sweetest little ballerina figurine on top.  It was the perfect cake for a little princess girl.  Kevin and I had planned a small party (not sure that party is the right word) with our family to celebrate Ireland and her place in our family.  We had dinner and just spent time as a unit.  Kevin and I are blessed with a family that loves to be together, both my parents and his get along and we can spend our holidays and special functions all together with no “drama.”  I love that!  We ate dinner and then had Ireland’s cake.  It was a nice way to commemorate our one-pound princess. 

All in all I think that the one-year anniversary of Ireland’s brief entrance into our lives turned out better than I could have hoped for.  Sometimes it still really hurts, but it makes me happy to know that I can celebrate her, and wait in eager anticipation for the day when I will see her again.  And I hope that when I meet her, she is wearing a pink tutu and a tiara.
Happy 1st Birthday my sweet princess girl.  I love you, and I think of you everyday.  You my sweet love are more than I could have ever hoped for.
 xoxo
Mommy

“The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, Because the LORD has anointed Me To preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives, And the opening of the prison to those who are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.”

Isaiah 61:1-3

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  1. Sounds like you gave her a very nice celebration for her first birthday. What a beautiful view from the cemetery. ((HUGS))

  2. beautiful tribute for a very special little girl!

    betty

  3. ((Hugs))
    It looks like you had a beautiful celebration!

  4. Thank you for sharing your beautiful bittersweet story and celebrating Ireland's life every day. So blessed to have met you and your family last night–who knew Chinese New Year was a time to meet distant relatives? :)

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