Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Three Month Birthday

It can't be. I can't believe it. It is almost here. As I turn the calendar, I see that horrible number. Six. I hate that number. I hate the sixth day of every month. Wyatt was delivered on 6/6. And Labor day, 9/6, will be three months. And I can't believe it.

It has been three months, a quarter of a year since I lost my baby boy, my Wyatt. Three months. Can you believe that in three months a person's life can be distorted in so many ways? Well, it can. A person can work their entire life to build their dreams and in a matter of few short moments, it can all be taken away.

I never looked at life like that before. Not until it happened to me.

With the three month mark approaching, I have decided that we will be honoring our baby boy on the sixth of this coming month. He will be receiving his three month birthday balloons, as they will be released into heaven for him to receive and enjoy.

Wyatt deserves so much more than balloons, but sadly that is the only thing that we can get to go to heaven. There is a wonderful quote that I found after Wyatt became our angel. It is as follows: "If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again." Well, if only that quote could come true. I would love to bring my baby boy home on his three month birthday.

Bring him home to a house full of balloons and love. God, how I wish I could just hold him and kiss his little forehead just one more time. But I can't. And I again, I am brought to the realization that I can't control life. John Lennon said it best, "life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." Oh so true!

Though I can't plan my life, I will plan to remember my son and show him how much I love him on his three month birthday.


Jennifer said...


Michelle said...

i think that is a beautiful idea!!