My little helper
As many of you know, our first son, Asher's due date was Christmas day. This year we were suppose to find out the gender of our third child the week of Christmas, but an unfortunate miscarriage in October put an end to that. Ever since Asher passed away I have made it a tradition to make tiny little wreaths to put around our house during the holidays to remember him by. Initially, it was a good way for me to channel my sadness during that first Christmas. I distinctly remember that first Christmas when we so painfully felt the loss of our first born- I had a realization where I finally realized why some people could carry such disdain for the holidays. In subsequent years, it has become a symbol of his ever important presence in our family and now the missed presence of yet another child. These little wreaths are also a good reminder to keep the holidays simple and provide a gentle nudge to focus on what really matters. The first year I made these because I was too grief stricken to do much in the way of Christmas decorating, but since then these little wreaths have brought me a lot of happiness and peace as I look at them each day whether it be in the bathroom, bedroom or on the refrigerator.
This year, while I sat on the kitchen floor in the middle of making these little wreaths I had to get up to get something. Before I knew it Jasper claimed my spot and immediately became fully engaged in sorting through the branches to make his own masterpiece. It was a good reminder how ever watchful children are and that maybe doing crafts in the middle of the floor with a curious toddler isn't the brightest idea. I love so many qualities about Jasper, in particular his laser focus and his unwavering confidence he can do anything he sets his mind that I adore the most. I hope he always has the confidence to take life by the horns and make it his own. This little man is a tidal wave of joy in the world and most days I can hardly believe I have a front row seat to his endless goodness and jest for life.
