“Oh, this is how it starts, lighting strikes
the heart - It goes off like a gun, brighter than the
sun
Oh, it could be the stars, falling from the
sky - Shining how we want, brighter than the sun…”
My Dear sweet, sweet boy, today is so bright I am nearly blinded - sun, snow, love, memories a mix of culprits pulling at my heart strings this day of labor . As the sun streams in from the roof a top, I squint from the bright sunlight reflecting off the snow. It is cold; cold, cold, cold! Yet today is bright and warm with memories of your arrival three years ago. Happy Birthday Owen. I squint some more on my drive into work, fighting back the prick of tears welled up behind my eyelids. I miss you something terrible.
I speak your
name often. I find myself day-dreaming of what our life would be like today,
especially with your little sister to love after. She will know you, in her own
way. Your mache heart marked with your hand and foot print hangs from the light
in her nursery. Her favorite thing to do is to touch it. An absolute must upon
waking or entering and leaving the room. Her tiny body outstretched – she
gleams and wiggles and giggles until she can grasp it - and then squeals with
delight. It’s those moments I feel most complete – and not. All together now –
it will be some time for that, for us all to be healed and in the Lords light.
I promise to make good of that time though, my sweet boy. I promise.
We will continue to make this day, your day – filled with positive vibes into the world. So others may be blinded by such love and light – if even for a day. Shine on my, boy shine on.
And the song plays on…
My Dear sweet, sweet boy, today is so bright I am nearly blinded - sun, snow, love, memories a mix of culprits pulling at my heart strings this day of labor . As the sun streams in from the roof a top, I squint from the bright sunlight reflecting off the snow. It is cold; cold, cold, cold! Yet today is bright and warm with memories of your arrival three years ago. Happy Birthday Owen. I squint some more on my drive into work, fighting back the prick of tears welled up behind my eyelids. I miss you something terrible.
Writing
today brings me both pain and peace. It serves as a reminder that you are real,
you lived and you were here. I held you, we love you,
it was not all a dream. You are every bit a part of me today, as you
were for those nine months inside my belly and the four months you fought so
hard to be with us. You are still my son, every day.
You are every bit of my heart that
loves so strongly. Not only for you, but because of you. It makes me happy to
know that I/we are not alone . Your memory lives on in the hearts and minds of
others as well. It’s that realization that makes today even more special, more
bearable, more bright.
We will continue to make this day, your day – filled with positive vibes into the world. So others may be blinded by such love and light – if even for a day. Shine on my, boy shine on.
And the song plays on…
“I never seen it, but I found this love, I'm gonna feed it
You better believe I'm gonna treat it
Better than anything I've ever had
'Cause you're so damn beautiful.."
Be kind today all, find something good and share it with the world around you, for Owen's day.
Love the Carpenter Family