May 2, 2012

Summer Bucket List

I clicked on an interesting looking image on Pinterest and found myself on a great blog — You’ll Thank Me One Day.  She posted a Summer Bucket list.  What is it about bucket lists these days?  I just ready about Avery’s bucket list (amazing by the way) and now a Summer bucket list.  I can’t help but feeling like I need to create one of my own.

When we were kids my mom and us kids would sit down to make a list of all the things we wanted to accomplish for the summer.  It was so much fun brainstorming ideas and then checking them off as we accomplished each one.  Man she was a cool mom …

Here is my bucket list for the summer! (the italic ones I’ve stolen borrowed from You’ll Thank Me One Day)

  1. Go to the beach
  2. Make Popsicles
  3. Go to the drive in movies
  4. Have a picnic outside
  5. Roast marshmallows
  6. Go for a boat ride
  7. Have at least a dozen cook outs
  8. Play with water balloons
  9. Play with squirt bottles outside
  10. Plant flowers in the flower beds outside
  11. Attend a Brewer game
  12. Make a tiered planter (as shown here)
  13. See my brother play baseball
  14. Eat ice cream right out of the container
  15. See fireworks
  16. Go to a parade
  17. Visit a farmer’s market
  18. Make a rainbow drink for Jaden
  19. Scope out a bunch of rummage sales
  20. Go strawberry picking
  21. Visit new playgrounds
  22. Paint the frames for my wall of artwork
  23. Visit a fair
  24. Fly a kite

What are your plans for the summer?

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April 29, 2012

Thoughts to Ponder

So many parts of church this morning rang true to me.  It was like all these truths that I know I need to believe or act upon, yet I find myself just ‘not wanting’ to.  Why can’t things just “be” for a while?  Why does it always feel like I have to fix or improve upon something.  I move from one broken part of life to the next.  Car accidents, death of a child, marriage issues, friend squabbles — is there a break in site?

Your entire story can be changed with the right inspiration.  I know how quickly life changes, from experience.   From happily putting my kids to bed, with the anticipation of some card games and maybe a cold beer – to an ambulance ride and a funeral eleven days later.  With a split second decision to sit at a computer in the parent’s lounge on the fifth floor of Children’s Hospital – pouring my soul over the keyboard, begging for prayers.  I was just going to get a soda with my brother, but the empty chair and blank computer screen showed itself as the right kind of inspiration.  Now here I am sitting in my kitchen, pouring more of myself onto the screen.  My entire story has changed from “freak show mom of spontaneous triplets” to “grieving mother whose faith is worn on her sleeve in hopes of giving others hope.”  I’m still trying to find my way through life – trying to figure out where to go from here.  But my story is very different from it was a year ago.

Pain shapes people in a new way.  It has changed every fiber of my being.  The way I look at life or other women in the grocery store.  Just because she doesn’t have screaming kids in their cart, doesn’t mean that she isn’t a mother.  Just because there are two faces doesn’t mean that they are twins.  Pain becomes the shadow that follows you everywhere.  It isn’t screaming and kicking and yelling — my pain has quieted down at least.  But it’s still there.  I still find myself awkwardly telling new acquaintances that I have four children – then panicking at the thought of having to clarify.  I’m new.  Like the tender pink skin under a sunburn that has peeled away.  Like the fresh raw skin under a blister, never having seen the sun before.  Even the slightest touch can be felt.  The pain is intense.  But with time, the skin thickens.  It toughens and becomes worn.  My pain has made me new again.

It takes far less courage to cling to the past than to look to the future.  I remember Doug’s terrified eyes while in the hospital – “he’s got to be ok.”  We both clung to the images of all three boys starting their first day of school.  Three cap and gowns at graduation.  Three weddings.  While these events hadn’t occurred yet, they were the dreams of the past.  They were our hopes.  It was terrifying to think that we would only have two.

Just when you think the story is at an end – Jesus rises out of the tomb.  Owen’s death, his funeral – I thought it was an ending.  Never did I think I would still be blogging.  Never did I think I would be entertaining the thought of a book.  Death is so often thought of as an ending.  Yet there are so many new beginnings.  A new life without your loved one – a new normal.  New experiences.  Another beginning.  The story isn’t over – it’s just beginning.

All of these amazing thoughts to digest – to be inspired by.  To find hope in.  Yet all I can think about is how much work it sounds like.  Isn’t there a time in life when you just get to “be?”  To exist?  Why does it feel like I’m always trying to fix, mend or heal something in my life?  Deaths, relationships, housework.  Why can’t I just sit and enjoy the nice house we have?  I feel like I must always be cleaning something.  There is always work to be done.  Why can’t a relationship ever just work?  I feel like I am always having to try to find new ways of approaching topics or explaining myself 12,000 times.  When do I get to enjoy all that I have worked so hard for?  I’m tired.  I’m ready for a break.

Please don’t take pity.  Please don’t tell me to hang in there – I’m not giving up.  I’m not throwing myself a pity party. But rather, these are the true thoughts and battles.  The huge exhale as you swing your feet out of bed “here we go again.”  One foot in front of the other.  One cup of coffee at a time.  Sometimes it just gets tough to keep moving forward.  But it’s the right thing to do and I’ve never been afraid of some sweat or discomfort – as long as it’s for the right reason.

Love, Mel

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April 27, 2012

Music & Muffins 2012

Doug is finally home from his business trip!  Now there is at least a 1:1 ratio of parent to crazy toddler :)

This morning, I heard Jaden ask Doug if he was going to come to his Music and Muffins concert.  (Mind you I asked Doug WEEKS ago if he thought he would be able to go …)  Doug asked Jaden what it was all about.  Jaden said “Well we are singing … so there is music.  And then when we are done, we have muffins … and there is milk.  You love milk Dad.  Want to come?”  What a charmer!  And it worked too!  Doug called into the office this morning to let them know he was going to take a half day of vacation.

Jaden was super excited to see us all there.  Here is a video of his performance:

So Jaden might not have a career in singing & hand movements.  Did you notice the striped tie with his plaid shirt?  That was ALL him this morning :)  The bus driver even commented this afternoon that he is his best dressed student. Oh Jaden …

It was a great day today!  Not only was Jaden the proudest kid at school because his dad was there … but we also had our first family bonfire in the fire pit Doug gave me for Mother’s Day last year.

It’s the little things these days that reminds me to keep fighting.  Not going to lie, I’ve started to think and worry about May 26, 2012 already.   It was nice to have a pleasant and calm day to offset the worry.

Love, Mel

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April 25, 2012

24 Crazy Hours

My cute triplet boys are quickly unraveling out of control!  Just last week, Weston learned how to climb out of his crib … and it’s only gotten worse!

Let me preface this story by saying this all takes place within 24 hours – and Doug is traveling for business.

Yesterday, the triplets went down for their naps as normal.  I enjoyed the peace and quiet.  Emptied the dish washer.  Made a few phone calls.  Finished counting some of the sales from the rummage sale this past weekend.  I was on the phone with a client (I’m helping a military couple plan their wedding in Milwaukee) when I heard the boys start to giggle and talk back and forth.  I remember thinking “Ok I’ve got to wrap this up … I’ve only got a few minutes before hell breaks loose.”

I was just getting off the phone when I heard a big thud.  It sounded like a battery operated owl candle that is sitting on top of the bookcase.  I figured Logan must have found something to throw at it.  Then the noise I never expected to hear …. the sound of the door trying to be opened from the inside.  One of them was out of their cribs again!  I quickly got up to see who it was … and to my surprise it was LOGAN!

Great, now I have two 17 month olds who know how to climb out of their cribs.  I am SO not ready for toddler beds!

The rest of the day was pretty well-behaved.  My mom watched the kids so I could go see a possible wedding venue for the wedding I’m helping with (thank you YaYa!) and they were in bed and sleeping by the time I got home.

This morning I could hear them start to cry around 6:30am.  I drifted in and out of sleep while they were playing and occupying themselves.  I finally dragged myself out of bed around 7:15.

Well the first thing I noticed was that Logan was bottomless … diaper and all.  He was flapping in the wind!  (and loving the fresh air I might add)  Then I saw Weston.  He had rocked back and forth in his crib to move it back against the wall – so he was just in reach of the humidifier.  He had the humidifier by the cord and had tipped it on its side, with the water pouring out onto the floor.  I walked over to stop him and stepped into a puddle of something wet on the floor.  Logan had peed in between the crib rails and on to his bummer and on the floor.  Yep … it was gonna be one of those days!

I managed to get a diaper on Logan and get most of the mess cleaned up before I had to focus on getting Jaden ready for school.  I surprisingly got him out the door with a minute to spare.  I no sooner watched the bus drive by, when I heard the garbage can lid shut. Have I told you my kids are part racoon and like to eat out of the garbage?  I hurried into the kitchen to find the boys shaking the empty Bugles bag over their head.  The itty bitty crumbs were flying all over the kitchen like confetti!  AHHHH STOP!!!  I grabbed the broom and swept it all in the corner.  I didn’t even bother to get the dust pan at this point.  WE. MUST. GET. OUT. OF. THIS. HOUSE!

So I tackled each kid to the floor, wrestled some pants and socks on each of them and we headed out to run some errands.  Cars are one of the few places its preferred to strap your kids down so they can’t move :)

Now brace yourself if you happen to work in retail.  I did too…but DANG what are these companies thinking?  They brand themselves for being a one stop shop for the soccer mom … yet they don’t carry carts that hold more than one kid.  I could bring in my stroller, but the point of walking around your store is to buy stuff, right?  I walked in one end of the Super Wal-Mart to find only ‘regular’ carts.   I walked to the complete other end of the building to see if there was one there. YES I found one!  Crap … both straps are shredded and useless.

Tell me, why do you even bother having this cart out?  Just to tease us moms with more than one child?  I can hear WalMart talking to me:  Haha you could have shopped with your kids buckled safely, but as payment for having a litter of children you now have the pleasure of wrestling your toddlers to sit in the basket of the cart while you price compare every item (so you can afford your family of four or more).  We sure do hope your children don’t fall out and break their heads.  We apologize for any inconvenience.

Needless to say by the time we were ready to check out, Weston had taken a bite of a banana peel, was slightly covered in banana juice from sitting on the bunch, the bread had a footprint in it and the envelope to the birthday card I bought was crumpled in a ball.

Just when you think you might lose it … the only lanes that were open were express!  Yep, 10 items or less.  I said “screw that!”  and I checked out through the express lane with my 30+ items … proudly.  haha

I’m pretty sure running errands was still more enjoyable than staying home this morning … but yet again, I emphasise … this was only the last 24 hours.  What other choice do I have but to laugh?

Here’s to the next 17 years being even more crazy!  and thank goodness for wine!

Love, Mel

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April 17, 2012

Rummage Sale Preparations

I have way too much to do these days … so what do I do?  Blog of course!  haha

My supermom’s group (from Ascension church) is holding their first ever rummage sale this weekend.  We were aiming high with hoping for 25 sellers.  Guess how many we have, just guess …. over 40!  We are so excited (and a little nervous) for the great turn out!

Last fall, I participated in my first ever triplet rummage sale.  It was emotional to say the least.  I insisted on pairing all my triplet clothes together in matching sets of three.  In my mind they were going to go to the perfect family, also expecting triplets.  The clothes my blessed three wore would be worn by another special trio.  I knew I was being irrational, but I just couldn’t find the strength to talk myself into splitting up the clothing.  They had already been torn apart by death, I wasn’t going to disperse the only items I had left that were proof that I gave birth to three boys.  I remember the panic I felt when I saw a pregnant mom who was purchasing several of my sets of three clothes.  ”Are you having triplets too?”  No, she was having twins, she just couldn’t pass up the great deal.  She figured she would just have an extra outfit.  The only physical evidence I had left was an “extra” so someone else.  I don’t think I was ready for the sale.

This time is different.  I’ve gone through all the clothes again and pulled out a few outfits that I’d like to keep in the boy’s baby boxes.  I’ve grown into the idea of only needing clothes for two of my triplets.  My third baby is already clothed for life … in wings.

As being one who is always comparing something to another, I find this experience to have so many differences than the last rummage.  I broke apart all my “sets” of clothing, in hopes that they will sell faster.  I am excited to make some extra money – hopefully to be put towards a vacation for my next birthday.  My husband reminds me that some of the profit will have to go back into buying the kids bigger clothes.  He’s so practical …

Maybe I’m a little more experienced this rummage.  Perhaps I’m a little more healed.  Perhaps I’m looking forward to working two full days side by side with some of my best friends.  Whatever the case is, I praise God for the strength to see something good in this.  I am thankful for the fact that there is less pain in my life during these days of rummage preparation.

Now … COME AND SHOP!  Here is my pubic service announcement to all those who live in the Milwaukee area:

When: Friday, April 20 at 4-8pm and Saturday, April 21 at 8am-2pm

Where: Ascension Lutheran Church — 1415 Dopp Street, Waukesha

What: CHILDREN & MATERNITY CLOTHING ♦ SHOES ♦ TOYS ♦ BOOKS & VIDEOS ♦ BIKES ♦ BLANKETS ♦ SWINGS ♦ EXERSAUCERS ♦ AND MUCH MUCH MORE!

Please share this information with your friends and families!

For more information and a printable flyer visit: http://ascensiononline.org/CaringRelationships/Supermoms/ChildrensToyClothingRummageSale.aspx

It’s going to be an anwesome event with tons of really great clothes and toys for sale.  Just check out a few pictures taken after only 9 sellers dropped off their items!

Hope to see you there!

Love, Mel

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April 13, 2012

Donor Network Memorial Reflections

My brother, sister, Doug and I attended the 2012 Donor Network Memorial tonight.  I decorated myself with my orange scarf, orange bracelets, owl earings and my purse with an orange ribbon on it.

I don’t think the real reason why we were attending really hit me until we walked in the door of the conference center.  My chest tightened.  The first face I saw was Annette, our Donor Network coordinator.  She was the one that held Owen for me after his surgery and until I could get to him.  She held my empty child … I haven’t seen her since one of Owen’s fundraisers.  But her face is forever etched into my heart.  She held Owen … she rocked him when he was empty.  She cared for him even when he was no longer there.  All of those feelings flooded back.  I wanted to talk on and on with her but didn’t really know where to start.  I could talk about what’s been going on with me … but I couldn’t find the words.  So instead she greeted me with a hug and helped me find my name tag.  Then I started to find my way through the room.

There were quilts lining the walls.  They were made of patches people made in memory of their loved ones.  Faces of people, dates of when they entered and left this world.  Parents, spouses, children.  All had a square.  Doug and I took the information on how to make one for Owen.

The program was quick but thoughtful.  Two donor recipients spoke about their experience.  They both expressed how thankful they were to their donor family.  The woman who spoke said she has never heard from her donor family.  I thought how sad that was, and I thought about how blessed I am to have contact with Josie and her family.  Maybe one day I’ll also have contact with the little girl who received Owen’s liver.

They showed a picture of each person while they read their names.  My heart was empty of feeling … swelling with loss.  I stared at each face, looking into their eyes, reading their birth and death dates.  They were someone.  They once had life within them.  Their eyes were alive yet now they are gone.  Gone and never to return.  These are someone’s “somebody”.  These are grandparents, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, children.  So many young adults in the slide show.  Teenagers, infants, toddlers.  With each new face I kept wondering: What happened?  What is their story?  How did they die?  Were they sick?  Was it sudden?  How is the family coping?

I was awaiting Owen’s picture.  I knew it would come, yet it still took me by surprise.  I squeezed my folded hands tight.  Annette read his name with conviction.  It was loud and clear.  Then they were onto the next picture.  I didn’t want them to change the slide.  Stay on my Owen.  Show his face just a little longer – let me look into his larger than life face.  But the slide changed and he was gone again.  I screamed in my head how much things sucked right now.  I screamed how much it hurt.  I felt a few warm tears on my face … but then the feeling passed.   I saw the other faces and I let myself get lost again in my questions on what their story was.

Soon it was time to leave.  The night had come to an end.  I did have some time to catch up with Annette more at the end of the night.  I wonder if she knows just what kind of an impact she has made on my family.  There is another donor network event in the summer.  I hope to bring Jaden with us that time.  I think it would bring him some healing.  Or at least I hope it would.

If you haven’t done so already, consider being an organ donor.  It’s so important to take care of each other.  Maybe just maybe,knowing that you’ll live on in others will give your survivors some kind of hope.  I know Owen’s gifts give me hope.  I continue to lift Josie up in prayer … Lord, the one you love is sick.

Love, Mel

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April 12, 2012

Donor Network Memorial

Tomorrow we have an Organ Donor Network memorial. It’s an event put on by the network to honor those who have given the gift of an organ or tissue. I haven’t put much thought into what it’s going to be like. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

Doug, myself and my brother and sister will be attending together. I thought it would be a nice way to honor them as Owen’s godparents. I haven’t even thought about what I am going to wear. Something orange of course. I must be wearing orange tomorrow. The only dress clothes I have bought since having the triplets is the dress I wore to Owen’s funeral. I don’t know if I’ll ever wear it again or not.

I go back and forth about it. I don’t want it to lose it’s memories. Or the memory of Owen’s funeral to be covered with other memories of when I also wore the dress. I don’t want the dress that I wore on such an important day to be diminished to an everyday item in my closet. I’d never wear my wedding dress again … It just would not fit in. Obviously I’d stick out like a sore thumb walking around in a huge white dress … Why would it be any different with the dress I wore on June 1st? They both hold the same importance, if not more, in my heart.

But the importance isn’t visible. The dress I wore that day could be mistaken for a dress worn to a wedding reception or maybe on a first date. Perhaps it was a dress worn to an interview. All of these possibilities yet, I wore the dress the day I said a goodbye to my son.

So who knows really what tomorrow will bring. I hope some honor to Owen’s early departure. Maybe a little bit of healing. I hope tomorrow will bring me closer to my brother and sister and my husband. I pray that I will be able to feel the pain tomorrow. I welcome the pain … feeling the pain earns me a little bit more healing.

Love, Mel

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April 11, 2012

Rest

The past few nights I haven’t been able to sleep.  I find myself watching every show in our DVR log … tweeting about the creepy noises my house makes at 1am.  But I just can’t go to sleep.  During the day I’m exhausted.  I can barely get out off bed in the morning.  But 9pm hits and I’m wide awake.  WHY?

With all this extra time to think I’ve been thinking about rest and how our society doesn’t really look “fondly” upon it.  Think about Sunday in your house.  If it’s anything like mine it’s usually a day to catch up on laundry and run errands or random house projects.  We were made for a day of rest, yet there is no time for it in our culture.

How do we carve out time to sit, meditate and rest in a culture that thrives on go-go-go?  How do you take time for yourself and fight the stigma of being lazy or selfish?  Do you even remember what it feels like to calm down and rejuvenate? Being a mom means that I have very little time to myself.  My world revolves around three little men.  Taking time just for ‘mom’ makes me feel selfish.  I can wait … my kids need me now.  When is now?

You don’t have to be on a beach somewhere to catch up on some much-needed down time.  You can do it right where you are, right this very minute.  And I’m not talking an hour, I’m talking an entire day.  24 straight hours.  No cooking, no cleaning, no working, no errands.  Just rest.  Spending time with one another, sharing stories or feelings.  Investing in your relationship with one another and with God.

A very good friend of mine, Katie, were talking about how other faiths are so intriguing.  I have a friend from college who has grown strong in her Jewish faith.  I loved spending time with her and her husband learning about their faith and beliefs.  They take Saturday (sun down on Friday to sun up on Sunday) as a day of rest.  They do nothing but spend time with others – others in their same faith, friends or family.  Years ago they invited Doug, Jaden and I to share their holy day with them.  The time felt indulgent.  It felt selfish – taking an entire day to rest.  The thought of how much needs to get done interrupts my thoughts, makes me feel agitated.  Yet, I felt honored to be included in such a special time.  To be 100% honest, it made me a little envious.  Their church really believes in this and stresses the importance.

I’m not saying that my church doesn’t believe that Sunday is a holy day and meant for rest.  Of course we believe that.  But we aren’t so diligent about taking a full day as rest.  I find that it feels irresponsible and selfish.  It feels lazy to let all the responsibilities of being a mom, wife and homeowner go for an entire day.  Yet we were made with that very intent in mind.  We were made to rest on the seventh day.  It’s the way the world was meant to work.  The fact that we don’t rest is proof that this world is broken.

So … how do I calm down enough to rest?  How do I find the peace to sleep at night?  Is there enough rest in your own life?  Are you brave enough to claim a full day as rest in your own family?  Are you strong enough to actually rest and not start clipping coupons instead?  I’ll be honest, I’m not so sure that I am.  First, I can’t sit still while watching tv, I’m not sure I can do it for a whole day.  Second, Doug isn’t of the same faith as I am and I’m not so sure he’ll buy in on a whole day of rest :)   He’s really the driving force in the house to get stuff done.  I think I might drive him over the edge by asking for every Sunday to be a “down” day.  I do think it’s important enough to have the conversation and see if we can come to a marital agreement :)

I desire to live my life in a way that is pleasing to God.  I pray that my words, actions and thoughts are proof of who I am and who I am meant to be.  Sometimes I’m not really sure who I am meant to be … but it’s all apart of life.  I just pray that I can be the best whoever-I’m-supposed-to-be that I can be.

Love, Mel

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April 10, 2012

Easter 2012

Easter morning came at about 6:45am.  Jaden was SUPER excited to see what the bunny brought for him this year.  He’s been telling me how the bunny totally messed up last year and he hopes he gets it right this year.  We still need to work on Jaden’s thankfullness … yikes!

Logan found his and Weston’s baskets right away.

Weston dug right into the Peeps … he eat a whole row of them like corn on the cob!

Yep, this picture pretty much sums it up …

Took Jaden a bit to find his basket … but he finally did.  AND he’s been talking about how awesome the Easter Bunny was this year.  Excuse me while I rock on with my bad self … thank you very much!

My sister bought the boys their Easter outfits.  SO STINKING CUTE!  Of course you would think that Jaden was a teenager the way he complained the entire day about only wanting to wear his new Batman Lego tshirt he got from grandma.  What happened to the kid that wore a collared shirt and tie to school all last week?  I was able to get a few really nice pictures of the boys in their outfits.

I find myself wondering what this picture would look like if Owen where here.  Then, I see Jaden’s arms around Logan and Weston, and I feel like he is in this picture.  He’s in Jaden’s arms that hold and guide his brothers.  He’ll remember Owen.  He’ll be able to tell them about all three babies when they get older.  Even though it kills me that Jaden knows the pain of death so early, it’s beautiful to know that he will remember it so he can tell the triplets.  Maybe it will mean something different to the boys hearing about their brother FROM their older brother.

Switching gears … I know that I’m their mom … but dang I think my kids are cute :)  Now I just need to remember this on the days that I don’t find them so cute …

We headed over to Doug’s grandma’s house in the afternoon.  The boys had a blast playing outside with all of the older cousins.  It’s really special watching Jaden run around with the other kids … he’s so proud to have his cousins.  Watching how happy he is, makes me even happier.

Watching the boys play together was so much fun too!

Easter was also Aunt Kris’ birthday.  She is such a great sharer that she decided to let the babies dig into her cake!  They eat just like their first birthday!  Weston dug in with both hands and Logan was danty about it … just using one finger and careful not to make a mess.  So funny since Logan is a garbage disposal and will eat just about anything you put in front of him.  Weston eats like a bird (another reason to call him bird boy haha!)  I think he’s going to be like me with a MAJOR sweet tooth :)

Overall it was a wonderful holiday.  We got home nice and late … just hand enough energy to unload the car.  Forget about unpacking.  But that’s exactly what a holiday is all about – spending time with each other and not on chores.

Hope you all had a blessed Easter as well!

Love, Mel

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April 8, 2012

Four Easter Baskets

Happy Easter everyone! He is risen. He is risen indeed!

I really wish I could be in my church for Easter service. We are visiting Doug’s family in the Green Bay area. And if I was going to miss church, this is where I would rather be.

The Easter bunny came last night as expected. I bought the boy’s baskets last year after Easter (I got a really good deal!) — but we still had Owen. It hurt to take out the brand new baskets — looking at four but only having three children who would go hunting for them on Easter morning. I packed all of them anyways. I couldn’t leave Owen’s behind.

When assembling the baskets, I put grass in all four of them. I assembled the triplet’s baskets first. So proud of all the great finds I got for them! There were microphones that sing. There were two bunny books. Magnets for the fridge at home. Goldfish crackers and fruit snacks. Pinwheels …

Then I assembled Jaden’s basket. Still not sure what I was going to do with the Owen’s. Then I started to fill the easter eggs with jelly beans. I then decided I would use Owen’s basket for the candy. That way I didn’t have to figure out how to fit them into the already full baskets. Done.

Owen was still apart of the family. Not in an obvious way. But I know morning when they reach for a candy filled egg this morning, they are sharing in Owen’s peace. They are taking a piece of their brother to enjoy. I thank Owen for looking out for his brothers. I pray that he lets them know him in a way only he can.

I can only imagine what it’s like to celebrate Easter in heaven. There must be one HUGE party going on. Party on Owen – show them how us Medal/Bissings do it!

Love, Mel

PS I can’t wait to post pictures of the boy’s Easter outfit – Thank you TeeTee

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