While playing with our daughter in the park on what was likely the last gorgeous day of the year, I noticed this in the sky:
|It may not look like much, but to me... I see a giraffe.|
|Not a whole giraffe... basically just the head, neck and chest.|
|Close up of the head...it even has 2 ears, as faint as they may be.|
I also associate the moon with our little angel... not exactly sure if I have shared why... In the days between the death of Sebastion, and his funeral, we spent quite a bit of time trying to explain to our 2 year old daughter why mommy and daddy were so incredibly sad. She couldn't quite understand that 'baby brother' was no longer in mommy's belly, and she had no comprehension what-so-ever that heaven even existed, no matter how many times we stated that 'baby brother' had gone to heaven. A couple of days before the funeral, we were all standing in the kitchen (where Sebastion's last ultrasound picture still hangs on our fridge to this day) and our sweet little Liliana looks over and says... "bye bye baby brother, I'll see you on the moon." At which point, Derek and I both looked at each other in disbelief, with tears running down our cheeks. From that day forward, the moon has had more meaning to our family in general. This is also the very reason that the cremation jewelry that I purchased for Sebastion's ashes, is a crescent moon. Geez... still pulls at my heart strings when I think about that night in the kitchen. Sigh.
This past full moon was brilliantly amazing:
|I love when the moon can be seen in broad daylight.|
|Blurry, but beautiful.|
And now that you know the meaning behind it all... will you think of our little angel every time you see the moon shine down?
|The moon shining down over Sebastion's grave.|