My Cup Runneth Over

Speaking of cliches, how about that title?! But I say it because it's true. Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss (PAIL) Awareness Day. (And, to me, it includes all children lost at any age. Our children will always be our babies, won't they?)

Here is just a taste of my Facebook feed today:

And here is one of our candle displays at home:

My eyes have been opened to this specific remembrance of day because of this little boy, my son:

I am so sorry for all the empty arms.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for continuing to remember Weston. It has been almost fifteen months since he died, but he obviously continues to touch so many lives.

PAIL is an international day of remembrance. Ceremonies have been held at 7:00 p.m. all over the world. I bet the wave of light encircling the globe looks beautiful from above, and I hope Weston and all the other babies are enjoying the view.

Our hearts are full tonight: of sadness, as we will never get over the loss of our son, but also of peace, love, and gratitude for your walking with us. I'm sending you virtual hugs, and I hope to give each one of you a real hug someday. If we can't hug here on earth, I'll give you a big hug in heaven, and then proudly introduce you to my son.

My words are insufficient tonight. Besides, all of the flames speak what I cannot put into words. I am thankful.

Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away.
Song of Solomon 8:7
(Thanks for this verse, Mom!)