Before you all run screaming from my blog for fear that I might drag you deep into the pit of despair, I promise I'll place a moratorium on depressing posts for awhile. Seriously, now that that's out of my system, I will turn to happy thoughts.
Our life is good. Really good. Sometimes we miss our son, and sometimes we commemorate some of the pain that has shaped us over the years, but mostly, we are a complete and content family. We rejoice in life. We rejoice that even though Matthew didn't survive, Marcel did, and so did the three beautiful girls we are so honoured to raise.
And because we're all a little tired of heavy stuff, we decided that instead of a memorial, we'd throw a party for Matthew. First there were the balloons at his grave, then there was the ice cream. Doesn't every six year old want ice cream at their party?
We have so much to celebrate. Matthew came to our lives, touched us, and then left us. We are grateful for the brief moments he lived in our midst.
Maybe next year, I'll start a new tradition. We'll throw an annual "September's not such a bad month after all" party. Wanna come?