It's always the little things...

One of my favorite holidays is Easter. I LOVE making Easter baskets. Last year when I thought about how I would be spending my next Easter, I pictured myself buying lots of little toys and cute things for my little guy. I never thought they would not go into a basket, but on a grave instead. I cried walking through all the Easter aisles at Target today. I found some baseballs eggs that I might glue on sticks and put out for him. I wish I could plant daffodils out there, but they ask that all flowers be in a vase on the headstone.

I was looking forward to seeing all the holidays through a child's eyes. Now I just seem them through the eyes of a broken mom. Some days all of this still doesn't seem real. It's like a nightmare that never ends.