Our youngest son, Ezra, would be turning 8 years old today. Every year that passes doesn't make it any easier to celebrate without him. We don't do the balloon release anymore, since it's horrible for the environment. I still bake something and we sing Happy Birthday. But, it's hard. It's painful. Because he's not actually turning eight years old. He will forever be 1 year and 11 days old. I'm not sure what form his body took in Heaven, but part of me hopes he's still a baby. But, perfect in Christ.
This year, I had school and Peter had to work. So, we celebrated after dinner with homemade cupcakes and ice cream. Simple and sweet.
Happy Birthday, Ezra James! We love you.
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