06/05/2026
Four years ago today, I held my son for the first and last time. 🩵
There are no words that can fully capture the ache of missing someone you’ve loved so deeply, yet had so little time with. And still, four years later, his life continues to shape mine in ways I never could have imagined.
There are days when it still feels impossible that four years have passed. Four years of wondering who you would have become. Four years of yearning for your smile, your voice, your presence. Four years of learning that grief and gratitude can coexist in the same heart.
But God, in His infinite wisdom and mercy, has shown us that even in the deepest valleys, He is still writing a beautiful story.
Though we never got to watch you grow up here on earth, your life changed us forever. Your legacy lives on in our family, in our faith, and in the way we love.
And in the years since you left for heaven, God blessed us with your little brother—a precious reminder that joy and sorrow are not opposites, but companions on this journey of faith. While our arms still ache for you, they have also been filled again. What a sacred gift that is.
I often imagine you watching over him. Maybe teaching him things only heaven knows. Maybe cheering him on as he grows into the little boy we have the privilege of raising.
Today, we celebrate your 4th heavenly birthday.
We celebrate the son who taught us to trust God when our hearts were shattered.
The son who showed us that love does not end when a life on earth does.
You are loved beyond measure.
You are missed beyond words.
And you are remembered every single day.
Until the day God reunites us, we will keep speaking your name, sharing your story, and carrying your light with us.
Happy 4th Heavenly Birthday, sweet boy. 🤍
“For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.” — Psalm 48:14