Memory Box....

I have had the memory box sitting next to my desk in my home office. I often glance down at it while I am working.  Sometimes it jumps into my line of vision as I am talking......reminding me of that time.  I don't know why I want it next to me.  Maybe I am feeling sorry for myself.  Sorry for the loss.  Or maybe I just don't want to forget what once was.  My daughter wrote a poem about him.  

I still call him "him" because that is what we were told.  That is what we know.  Some days are really easy.  I can look in the box, look at his picture and put everything back with joy in my heart.  Other times I fight back the tears.  Today was one of those days the tears won.  I snapped up "Aidans" box as soon as  I got off work.  Undid the ribbon and took out each piece to study it.  But this time I did something different.....I took pictures of each piece to digitize my memory box.  I was so thankful the women in the L&D deparwtment for giving me this.  It truly has given me peace in my hard times & joy in the harder times.

So tiny. So soon. So loved.