Two years ago, on the Sunday before Labor Day, I was given a precious gift. Aidan was born. I became a momma.
Last year we chose to hop on a boat and just be. We turned off the phones, left the computer behind, literally left the country. We celebrated and remembered. We took the time to ourselves and allowed ourselves to heal.
This year, we are staying home. I have tried to think of ways to celebrate and honor Aidan this week. I have some special things planned. While I know they will never truly live up to him, they are my way of saying thank you and passing on his goodness.
This week is tough yet a favorite. It is my chance to revel in the gift of my son. It is my week to share of God's love and mercy.
Today was spent surrounded by family. Celebrating the new life that has been born in the past year. I couldn't help but think of Aidan and how similar the days were. Aidan's Sunday was a day of awe and being surrounded in Grace. I don't see that day as goodbye. That day was everyone's hello to the tiny boy who would leave the biggest legacy.
This week the tears will fall and I will miss him with all of the rawness, but I will also smile and hopefully honor him in a way he deserves.
As I sit here watching Kellan sleep, I can feel the wholeness of Aidan. I know that Kellan is so much of his brother. Our connection to heaven. Our gift from above.
It's not his birth date, but it is his Sunday. His beautiful perfect Sunday.
