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.
|Looking down onto the cemetery.|
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.