Lord, I wanted to hold my little boy on my lap and tell him about You.
Since I can't do that, will You hold him on Your lap and tell him about me?
~Anonymous

Noah would have been 2 months old yesterday. Amazing the time has gone that fast, and somehow it seems like a year ago since I held him. Alyssa and I have been letting balloons go to Noah almost daily now. We got the idea when I saw hundreds of balloons lifted into the air at a church function. I was imagining them making their way all the way up to Noah. A friend of mine bought me a helium tank so we can make our own balloons whenever we want. Alyssa asks,"Make a balloon for Noah?" So she picks out the color she wants, we blow it up, and we walk outside and say "Here you go Noah", then let them go. Alyssa watches for a bit then forgets. I, on the other hand, stare into the sky and watch that balloon for as long as I can. And wonder if it could actually make it up to my Noah. Wonder if he looks down on us and joins in the fun. Wonder if he knows that I miss him so much. I ask Alyssa if Noah is happy in heaven and she says "Yeah!". But you know how smart kids are, when I asked Blakely the same thing she said, "No." I said, "Why is he not happy?" Blakely said, "He misses his sister." Amazing that four year olds understand the pain too.

I miss you Noah.