84 Months

It's her seventh birthday. Seven years. I think back to this day often, what could we have done different, how I didn't know anything was wrong and how things could have been. That was me as I walked along the shoreline today ahead of the group...When I looked back I could see this little seven year old girl hanging on her daddy's arm, Finley picking up seashells and Milo throwing a rock in the water. We would be outnumbered. It would be great. It would be fun and at times a lot but it was the fabulous five. But that's not the story, that's the dream and then reality sets in where I see Lola's pink rose floating away in the clear waters. Finley is picking up shells and Milo is throwing a rock but JP is just watching and walking behind them. He smiles.

It's important to celebrate Lola's day. We have our tradition of the pink balloons that we decorate and send messages to heaven. Throwing the pink rose into the sea.  It's tradition to write her a letter on each birthday, which turns into lots of tear stained paper. It's a tradition to give to others on her day. Someone once told me that you can't change what happens but it's what you do after that counts. We could have given up but we didn't. Our family isn't perfect, Lola will always be gone and I'm still working on accepting that, maybe I never will. Maybe my heart won't ever feel complete or will I ever know how it feels to be care free again but I'm going to hang onto hope.

We chose this year to donate money to the victims of the horrible fire occurring in the Big Sur area, very close to where Lola entered this world. A place that is so beautiful, unique and a healing spot for JP and I. Maybe it's beauty helped heal our hearts little by little, I couldn't think of a better birthday gift to help those affected by the fire. We also bought glitter, yes lots of glitter for Bookworm Gardens. I kept thinking what girl doesn't love glitter as we picked this request off the wishing tree...

So the day is almost over, dark skies are surrounding us and I honestly feel a little more at peace. The weeks and days leading up to her birthday are painful, the anticipation is the worst.  But I do thank God for the memories I have of Lola. I can close my eyes and picture her face, that sweet angelic face. So Happy Birthday Pretty Girl, may the love and prayers from all your family and friends be felt all the way to heaven today.

Love-
Your Mom

83 Months

As I sat down to write this blog tonight there is a beautiful rainbow outside my window. The dreary skies are turning into night and this rainbow is slowly disappearing each time I peek to look at it. In fact now it's gone.

Time either goes too fast or too slow...I honestly can't believe in one month it would or I should say will be Lola's 7th birthday. This time of year comes with such mixed emotions. It is almost like you can replay everything that happened over and over again. And here we still are. I would much rather be planning a seventh birthday party versus thinking of some type of charitable contribution to celebrate her day.

The rainbow made me smile and think when I sat down this evening, my first rainbow blog I guess.  Maybe Lola and God were trying to tell me something. Sometimes you just have to trust but never fully understand.

Love-
The mother of an angel

82 Months

The traveling penny...

We have just returned from a beautiful, tropical and most relaxing vacation in Puerto Rico. It made me miss island life but as a family it was a wonderful time to reconnect and recharge. I can close my eyes and picture the boys running into the crisp blue ocean but I'm pretty certain Lola was at her best watching over us. As we sat down in our terminal for Puerto Rico to depart there was one shiny penny on the seat we had chosen. Milo quickly claimed the Lola penny, here we all were going to Puerto Rico. The week went too fast, the weeks you never wish would end. We swam, we built sand castles, we walked on the beach. ( we also laughed and giggled lots too) It was good.

Early in the morning we headed out to the San Juan airport, it's an extremely busy spot. A little chaotic. After we passed security and we were putting on our shoes, we sat down and there was another penny. One on the way to our trip and one for the way home. Thank You Lola!
Finding a penny just makes you smile, it makes you feel good, it made me feel like she was with us but that penny was just an extrodinary reminder of our angel. We got back to Florida and walking Finley around the luggage area we stumbled upon another penny. Two in one day in fact. That is the story of the traveling penny, our angel's pennies. It made the trip and memories even more remarkable. I can picture Milo sitting with JP on a Palm tree talking, Finley jumping into the kiddie pool fearlessly and Lola's pennies. It was a great time.

Love-
The Mother of an Angel

81 months

A week ago was Mother's Day. I love my boys with all my heart but that day never feels complete. It stirs up memories of my first Mother's Day, I sat with JP walking along the beautiful Carmel Beach. It was a sad and lonely day...a reminder of the beautiful girl we lost. That day will always be missing Lola, a reminder of what could and should have been.

I received a text from one of my dear friends on Mother's Day morning "Kim, Happy Mother's Day...I wonder where you will find a penny today." It made me feel so fulfilled and love that she was so confident I would find a penny on that day. Instead of feeling a little lost, I looked forward to that hopeful penny. It turns out, she was right. We found a penny on Mother's Day at our last adventure spot of the day. Milo now shares in the enthusiasm of penny finding and asks to keep them. My friend replied later on... "She truly is with you."

I got my penny from Lola, hand drawn card from Milo and the biggest hug and sloppiest kiss from Finley. ( louie gave me kisses too) I couldn't ask for more love.

I wore my pink scarf for Lola that day. I may just look like a mom with two adorable little boys but I also have a little girl in heaven that I am a Mom to as well. My three little munchkins.

Lots of Love-

The Mother  of an Angel

80 Months

The story of my pink scarf....

Months after Lola passed I decided to try life out again. I recall walking with Louie past the ocean and thinking a new house, a new job.... These could all be good things for us. And that's exactly what we did. Moved to a great house and I decided to get a part time job back in retail. I met some wonderful friends at work, had a lot of fun and we enjoyed our new spot. 

One day at work I bought a pink silk scarf, different shades of pink, it was beautiful. It was the scarf I ended up wearing for our photo shoot for the magazine article about Lola. It went perfect with her foot plaque that I tightly gripped as the photographer said "smile."  I kept that scarf for years and have never worn it since that day. 

Milo's teacher was requesting dress up items- anything we had that the kids could dress up and make believe in. I came across this scarf and did not think I wanted to part with it. It was a memory or connection. Since we had just moved and already donated and rummaged through our older items, I didn't have much to give. My eyes came back to the scarf and in the bag for school it went. 

As months have gone on, the pink scarf makes me smile when I walk Milo into his classroom.  It has been a superman cape, a skirt, a hide and seek game......and all I can think is the Lola scarf is making new memories. It's fun to see the smiles on the children's faces when they are playing with it.

Lola would have liked it.

Love-

The mother of an angel 

79 Months

As I pulled the sheets tightly around the crib mattress tonight I thought to myself  all the different "hats" this bed has been.  It started out as Lola's bed, our first big baby purchase. It had a green polka dot sheet, a baby blue quilt with yellow and green flowers because I refused to fall into the pink genre with her room. It moved from San Antonio to California. We set up her room again, the same sheets, the same quilt and waited her arrival....

It stayed that way for awhile but Lola never came home. I left the sheets and quilt until one day I just started packing everything up in these blue plastic bins and there it sat. The crib sat empty and bare.
It's amazing the obstacles you have to overcome when you face the death of a baby. I still came home to a nursery, a crib, baby clothes but we just didn't have our Lola.

All these years later, the crib reinvented itself. It became Milo's tropical oasis and journeyed to Key West. It even became a toddler bed and then back to the crib for Finley. It now has green alligators on the crib sheet. It changed, we changed...life isn't so empty anymore. It still is Lola's crib. I still can close my eyes and see it adorned with the flowers. I still can close my eyes and picture holding her. The crib is a great memory.

Love - the mother of an angel

78 Months

For some reason, I just adore Valentine's Day...the decorations, cards, fun traditions, the crafts. Giving to others little adorned doily cards and crafts that hopefully brighten their day. The theme of it all being hearts.

I have my little angel box which my aunt and grandmother made me while I was pregnant with Finley. The box you have tucked away and comes out when you need that extra boost. That box is all Lola. Lots of little angels, her picture, pennies, a nickel, a prayer. Milo is absolutely fascinated with it. It's a pretty special occasion for him to look through each delicate treasure. I have added an angel pin of Jp's grandmothers (Loretta) recently and Milo made a heart valentine for it this month. The cutest cut out heart, jaggedly edges and all with a picture of two smiley little people, signed by the artist himself. It is the perfect addition.

So even in a way we got our Lola valentine or what I will think of as her valentine. All the items in this tiny little box have such a big meaning. They remind you of all the strength and courage of where and who it came from because everyone has a story, even Lola.

Happy Valentine's Day.

The Mother of an Angel