Here comes Peter Cottontail... hopping down the bunny trail...
but my tiniest boy isn't here for Easter this year either. It seems so unreal that this will already be my second year without Jake. My baby boy should be toddling around as fast as his little legs could take him to each Easter egg hiding place. This week he should be having his first experience with dunking his tiny fingers and eggs into cups of dye, and turning them colors for the perfect Easter weekend... But even more, he should be here with his family to learn about Jesus dying on the cross, being buried, and him rising again... That's most important. I know he probably already knows everything he needs to know now, in Heaven. I just wish I could've taught him.
I'm sure the Easter Bunny will visit my sweet baby Jake's little spot out in the country and leave a giant Easter egg or two... just for decoration.
This Easter hasn't hit me quite as hard as last year, yet. I know it is coming. I miss Jacob... oh how I wish he were here. Here in the last week or so I've come in contact with several toddlers who just turned one. Each time it has broken my heart a little bit more. I have a boy their age, he's just wating for his mommy to be done working on earth and to come see him in Heaven.
I'm working baby, as fast as I can... don't you worry. <3
Be home soon my love.
Big hugs and kisses to the one I love.
I Love You oh so Much!!