The right choice

Lately I have been feeling especially glad that we choose Pierce to be buried where we did. Since Myla has been here our visiting over there has seriously struggled. A-it is winter and B-it seems that every time we drive by and would usually stop Myla is screaming-remember she hates the car? or it is time to feed her or something.

I am so glad he is close so that even when we aren't able to stop by we are still driving by and able to think about him. I am glad we choose to put him where we did in the cemetery. I love that when we drive by at night I can see his little lights(thanks you grandparents) and see exactly where his spot it.

It has been hard for me not being able to go over there as much. I feel like it is one of the only ways I can outwardly show my love for him. I miss him. Sometimes when I think about our life in that time I think it surely must have been a dream. It is like I still can't believe this happened to us and that we did and are living it. Seriously so bizarre. I think it seems even more surreal now that we are doing the baby thing again. It's like "did that really happen?" But then the missing, the pain and the love for him hit and I know "yes, that did, he is real."

We did have some nice weather this week and were finally able to stop by for a visit. It was Myla's first time and she had this cute little smirk on her face the whole time. I think she liked it. :) Can't wait for Spring, more visits and picnics. Love that little duder.