Memorial Day

This Memorial Day weekend was kind of lame. We stayed home and pretty much just hung around home. I guess that's okay once in a while. On Sunday, we decided to go visit the graves. We went to Jake's aunt's grave, his grandparents, my grandpa, and of course little James'. This memorial day has meant something a little different this year. Ya, it's sad to see loved ones pass through the veil, but somehow in my mind, I rationalize that "they are old, they lived a good life, they at least lived a life". My grandpa was pretty young when he died at age 65, or at least it seems young these days, but he at least got to live until he was 65. We went and got flowers to put on all the graves except for James'. Jake was really cute about the whole thing. I didn't want to put flowers on James' grave. It doesn't really seem fair that his little body never saw the sun, or never played with a tonka truck. So, I decided that he needed some toys. I went with Avery and we picked out a book (I know, what if it rains? I didn't care. Plus, I left the plastic on), a truck, and a Buzz Light Year. It was actually kind of fun to go and get something just for him. I called Jake and told him what I had bought, (mind you, this was Jake's idea in the first place. Love him!) and his reply was that if he were living, we would have spent the money anyway. That to me meant so so so much. Not that money should be an issue, but it was toys that would be out in the weather and most likely "be a waste". I don't think it was a waste, infact, going to his little headstone made it that much more enjoyable. I love to buy gifts for people. I try really hard to figure out what they like or dislike and try to know without them knowing I'm watching or listening to what they are saying. In the store, I was trying to picture this cute little James and what he would be play with. He would be 8 months this month and would probably LOVE trucks. Who knows, maybe he would have liked dolls ;) but it was very fullfilling to purchase toys just for him. I hadn't seen his headstone until this weekend, and it looked so good. It's kind of nice to know there is a place for his little body. We love you sweet little James, can't wait to meet you!

**Yes, Avery was dancing on his headstone (sorry Mark and Jaymie), it really wasn't out of disrespect. I figured they would have danced together if he was alive, so I let her dance. I was hoping he was ok with that!!