Today is Nate's 3rd birthday (and Christy's birthday too). I can't imagine how hard this is on Christy, since Nathaniel really matches what happened 3 years ago. He was a genuine gift from God (meaning of Nathaniel) to Christy and I.
We had a birthday party last Sunday for Christy and Nate. Sue had a good idea, we would buy toys that Nate would have liked, and then donate them. It was hard; hard to buy the toys, and hard to unwrap them. We are trying so hard to make this day a happy one, and focus on how wonderful he was here on this earth, and not focus on the fact that he's not currently here on this earth.
I cried when Nate was born, and now I cry on his birthday. How I miss my little boy...
How true it is that children fill a void that you didn't know you had.
Nate, my son,
a brief exchange we had, but so many memories.
I remember giving you your first bath,
I remember how you would look at me in complete trust,
I remember, oh so well, the sound of your toddler "stampy" walk/run,
I remember you asking for crackers,
I remember trying to comfort you after you burned your fingers,
I remember "lives in a barn" game,
I remember you saying "more!" for tickling,
I remember dancing with you,
I remember being your "Da-da",
I remember,
I remember,
I'll always remember.
I treasure,
I treasure,
You are so precious.
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