Anyone who knows us really well knows that I had loved the name Lincoln for quite some time. I mean years before he was born. Laura and I have a lot of the same taste (I can't tell you how many times we come to church wearing the same clothing the other had purchased previously.) Anyways, Peter and Laura had a little boy named Lincoln 3 years ago that passed away shortly after he was born. It was completely devastating (for me too). After we found out we were having a boy, I wanted to name him Lincoln that much more in honour of my dear friend.
Laura took us to "Lincoln's Place." It is a quiet, peaceful and beautiful temporary resting place for their little boy and the girls big brother. I'm not going to lie, I got pretty emotional inside while we were there. It was a quiet reminder that anything like this could happen to me or anyone else that I love. There was another baby resting close to Lincoln's spot who was 5 months old. I about burst into tears as this is my Linc's age. I couldn't imagine something like this and the heartbreak I would feel. Being a mother has changed me in so many ways.
It really was such an honor to show my chubbers "Lincoln's Place" When he is much older and can understand more, I hope to take him back.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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