We had a party for the extended family when he turned 1 year old, but by the time his second birthday arrived, we had moved to Oregon and we were the only family, so birthdays were rather quiet, usually with just us to honor the day.
The birthday I remember the best was his 4th birthday, when we were in Oregon. He was obsessed with trains – indeed, the first words he spoke that could be construed as a sentence were “go by by car train.” So for that birthday, I took him and the blanket (he carried the blanket with him everywhere he went) for a ride on the Amtrak train. It was commuter train, so there were frequent stops. It didn’t cost that much and we didn’t go very far – maybe 25 or 30 miles. We got off at the next town were there was depot, waited a while, and got on the return train headed back the other way. The joy on his face was worth every penny the tickets cost.
When he was 6, one of the ducks roaming the yard thought we might have something interesting for her to eat. We were somewhat worried that she was going to fly up on the cake pan and help herself, which she was showing every indication of doing. I believe Richard chased her away.
He will forever be 33 years old. Had he lived, he would have been 40 years old tomorrow. I can hardly get my mind around that.
2 comments:
The birthdays must be the hardest, those days a Mother always remembers because that is when those little people who grew under her heart are born...those days you never forget. :)
Oh, I understand honey... I truly do. I am a Mama myself... to 3 beautiful children, but two of them will never be any older than 17 and 18. I just don't understand how so many years have gone by, and at times, I wonder how I survived the loss. Memories... oh how we cherish them.
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