Yesterday, we had Langsgiving and a baby shower here at our house. I anticipated the day being a little bit difficult. And we definitely had those moments. I will never not miss my brother coming in here, dorky grin and a plate of jello jigglers. We have to keep moving forward, even when we don’t want to. Focus on the good. On the things that we still have to do and to look forward to.
Like watching these little turkeys grow and change.
And maybe having a celebratory beer.
And of getting one halfway decent Christmas card photo.
And of course, the arrival of a new little one. We are so excited for Easton to get here and for baby snuggles and the joy of having a house load of kids.
And in the coming years, I hope the memories will all be good ones…even when the hole can’t be filled. This is the quilt that my grandma Shirley made for Colin when he was a baby. Easton also got a quilt that was started by my grandma and finished by his GG. I thought I was taking photos of that quilt too, but apparently not. Easton “lil Dale” will be wrapped in generations of love.
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