And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
-Maya Angelou

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Jack's 16th Birthday

Yesterday was Jack's 16th birthday. Here are pictures of how we celebrated this special, yet difficult day.

Birthday balloons

We hiked the same trail we hiked in January for Jack's memorial hike

and we released 16 butterflies in honor of Jack's 16th birthday

this butterfly hung around for awhile before he flew away 

A birthday cake to celebrate the 16th year of my beautiful boy's birth

Good night sweet prince. We miss you and love you always 

Sunday, November 2, 2014

For Everything There Is A Season

For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.