i lost the picture that we took at the cemetary on my phone.. so this is from google ;)
we've been going to the bountiful cemetary every memorial day for the last 22 years.
my little brother, mckay, is buried there.
mckay died when he was 4 months old of S.I.D.S.
I used to tear up every once and awhile when we talked about him, or when my mom would tell us stories about him. {i was two weeks shy of turning two, so i obviously dont remember}.
But yesterday when we went and visited his little grave- it was different.
I walked up and re-read the words on his tiny headstone: "OUR SWEET BABY".
and i lost it.
having a baby of my own has changed my entire perspective of that sweet little baby.
what a blessing it is to know that this life is not the end. and i will get to see mckay again.
but i am holding my little rowan a little closer, and a little bit longer tonight.
thank you, memorial day, for putting things into perspective for me.
