Writing Again

When I was a kid I always wanted to be an author. I would write poems and short stories. I really loved it but I haven't written anything for a long time. Well, given recent events I felt like writing again and I wrote this poem.
Written June 4th,2010.

A Baby Today

I lost a baby today.
I stumble through the motions of life;
My body broken, my heart torn, my soul wounded.
I curl like a child on his lap and I sob.
Uncontrollable, gutwrenching; filled with the emptiness of my womb.
He holds me silent, words are of no comfort.
I feel the strength of his arms even as mine remain empty.

I lost a baby today.
A perfect baby boy with my name.
I’m empty. No tears fall.
Outward: strong for her.
Inward: loneliness to immense to bear.
His life so short, mine changed forever.
I feel my arms around her, this body so full of pain.
Broken and shattered; I feel alone.

We lost a baby today.
Our future unpredictable.
No laughter, no amazement, no baby to fill our lives.
Sadness instead.
This dream was but a moment, slipping away before our eyes.
A tiny body: perfect fingers, perfect toes, a perfect spirit.
Not meant for this world.
Each night a reminder.
Missing him terribly.
We feel alone; even as we are together.

Have we lost a baby today?
His life made perfect through the sacrifice divine.
Loneliness, broken hearts will heal.
Faith to carry us through.
An angel we have gained.
His precious body now joined with his pure soul.
With his Father and his Saviour.
Never to be alone.
Separate in mortality.
Bound in eternity.
Forever His arms encircle.
We feel peace.

Gone Too Soon

Bryson Graham Thompson was born on April 25th, 2010 at 11:22pm. He was 7.5oz and 10 inches. He was not with us long and will not have to suffer the pains of this world. He was the most precious child for the time that we had him. We are deeply saddened to lose our first child but are comforted with the knowledge of being able to raise him when the time comes.

Thank you for all of the thoughts, prayers and tears that have helped us and continue to help us through this difficult journey in our lives. Thank you to all of our family that traveled here and saw us through our sorrow. Every day we continue to heal and we will forever have the memory of our little boy in our hearts.

Remember When

So 11pm at the airport leaves you with time on your hands. That time leads me to think of simpler times. Remember when you used to be able to watch the planes take off from inside the airport. I remember going to the airport and watching my dad or my grandparents take off in the plane and waving out the big windows just knowing they saw us. Now here I sit; blogging on the airports free WiFi, Graham listening to his iPod and me uploading pictures from my jump/flash/thumb drive. Who thought those words would ever be in our vocabulary and pertain to the computer? There is something to be said for simpler times.

Not the only 30 year old...

I realized when I was packing tonight and making my bed before we left for the airport that I am not the only thing in my home that has been around and with me for thirty years. To some of you this will look familiar...to others it might look down right odd. But to me, it is comfort. This is the baby blanket that I was brought home from the hospital in. It is yellow with bunnies on it. There are a couple of stories surrounding the blanket but the one that I like to believe is that my mom made the blanket and then wrapped me up in it and took me home from the hospital 12 hours after having me. It is the longest thing that I have kept and I still tend to take it every where...not without some banter from friends and family. Thirty long years together and many more to go.

Goodbye 29, Hello 30!

Well...30 came in with a bang this morning! Graham was leaving for work, I had just gotten out of the shower. He goes out to the garage to leave and then comes back in and says, "Put some shoes on, I want you to see something." So I take the towel off of my head, put on my boots and my coat and head out into the garage. It started with a few papers on the car.

Then there was a clever little song...although I put it in the wrong order in the picture so use your childhood memories to figure it out.

Then Graham closed the garage to show me the rest of the song. The rest you can see for yourself. I am not sure who the little elf was that left this gift, but thank you! I can't believe that thirty is actually here. You know, typing the whole word out looks a lot better than actually seeing the number in writing!
Isn't Santa adorable? Who ever did this is a pretty good artist!

Don't let his looks fool you

So our new edition has a name...Kai (pronounced Ky). He is darling...and a biter...and terrorizes Coal...but he is darling, right? And that is all that matters!

Kai mauling Addi!

Coal and Kai playing in the backyard.

Pearls Galore!

This was a perfect 5 year gift.
Thanks honey, love ya!