April...already?

I'm a month behind on pictures. Tomorrow, Addison will be 6 months old! It's almost unfathomable to think how fast time is flying by. Although it has been torture for me to be away from her while I'm at work, I couldn't ask for better babysitters. My mom graciously gives up her days off from work to watch her and Mrs. Fran keeps her the other days.It's such a relief to know I'm leaving her in excellent hands and I'm so thankful that God has provided these two wonderful people to help care for my child.

God has certainly blessed us with such a precious gift. Every time I look at her, I can't help but give gratitude to our Creator for answering our prayers. I also can't help but wonder how different things would be if Landon were still here with us. Last week, we were in Gainesville for Addison's 6 month check-up and after her appointment, we decided to do a little shopping. As I was browsing the aisles at one of my favorite stores, a little brunette, blue-eyed toddler came charging around the corner, laughing and giggling as he attempted to outrun his mother who was close on his heels. "Landon, you better get back here!" His mother called after him. That's when my heart felt a sudden jolt. Anytime I hear my son's name, it always takes me back to a place that seems so far away.Landon's birthday is this month. He would be turning two.

When I was pregnant with Addison, I was often asked, "Is this your first child?" I never really knew how to respond. If I answered "No",then the next question was usually "How old is your first one?" The questions would continue until I would eventually have to let the cat out of the bag that my son was in heaven. Immediately, I would become the elephant in the room and the person wouldn't know what to say after that. It didn't take me long to learn that the mention of death seems to make most people awkwardly uncomfortable. However, if I lied and said that it was my first child, then I felt guilty as if I was denying that my son ever existed. Crazy.... I know, but grief has a way of making situations complicated.

In His Love....