Seven

Today you turn seven.

Seven years old.

Every year, just for a brief moment, I let myself actually stop and consider what having a child your age would be like. And as the pain quickly creeps in, I change my thoughts, telling myself one day... we will find out.

If I'm being honest,
I've already cried all that I need to this week, so today I choose to celebrate.

We choose to celebrate you,
your life,

your legacy,

everything that you are.

Tonight you'll find us at City Creek Mall,
eating dinner,
letting the boys visit with Santa,
and touring Temple Square.

I feel there's nothing better we could do,

than teach our boys of the blessings that stem from the temple.

Oh sweet girl, we miss you.

For the past week Ledger has begged to buy you a doll. I asked him what we would do with it, where we would take it? His response was sweet, "Have the mail man take it to the cemetery, and when Preslee comes back to earth, she can play with it. Because mom, I just can't stop thinkin' about her!"

Please don't forget how much you are loved,
or adored by your dad and brothers.
I am pleasantly surprised at the connection your brothers have with you,
reminding me death isn't the end, and teaching me that you must come more than we know. Because they truly do love and know you.

 

Oh, we're one year closer!
And I'll continue to pray someone gives you a great big hug for me.
Happy Birthday, Preslee.

 We love you Monkey,

Love,
Mom and Dad