As time passes, my mind remembers only the very best of Zach. I remember he was big for his age but I don't really remember what he felt like in my arms. For a long time that gave me a sense of pain. I felt like I was forgetting him. And this year it is different.
Today Barak is 9 months and 27 days old. He is the very age of Zach when we said goodbye. And as I look at Barak I don't long for Zach. But I do realize how small, how young 9 months really is. I find myself thinking of the simple things Zach never did... crawling, walking, talking. He was such a big, brave boy who went to heaven. That's how I think of him.
This year is 5th year anniversary of him passing... stay tuned. I want to write the story of the last weekend with him this year. I feel led to share it with you.
But for today - just appreciated the miracle of life. The accomplishments and determination of a child. So cool.
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