Nothing is safe

For lila

Lila's cousins came over to decorate pumpkins and take them to her. 

We sure miss our girl. 

Wishing

Wishing this little girl was still in my belly and not just in my heart.

Six months

6 months. 6 months ago I lost my angel. 6 months ago was the last time I felt whole. Its Been a hard day with it being Quinn's birthday and what would have been lila's  first primary program. Her dad give her part in her honor. (She is thankful for swimming pools.) I am thankful I will see her again although I am drowning in grief thinking of all the time apart. I miss you my love.

Happy birthday quinn

Happy birthday to the most amazing husband and father. We love you so much quinn! Thank you for all you do.

A little family selfie before Quinn and I got to have a night on the town. 

Love you so much sweetie

Cute ute

Big win for the home team

Tulips

Our old ward came to our house this week and planted tulip bulbs in our yard.it was so amazing. I am so impressed with people's goodness

Practicing

This is usually how it looks when I practice the piano

Sugar

Someone loves her sugar

Cornbelly's

We headed to cornbelly's for some fall fun

Ruby loved the corn beach and her princess dress. .

Hello fall

In honor of my girl

When Lila passed Quinn and I decided to do all we could to honor her memory. Try and Enjoy the world that she was only in for a moment.  We both wanted to pick something to do that she will never be able to.  When she was born everyone commented on her long fingers, my fingers, Quinn's mom said that she will be a great piano player. I decided to take piano lessons since she will never get to play. Quinn got a road bike and has started to bike to work and back. 

My new love. Her name is Emma. Is that silly that I named our piano?  My first lesson is this week but I have been playing songs from the book. It's all coming back. My mom will be glad those early lessons weren't in vain. 

Lila has taught us to enjoy the beauty in the world. 

First sucker

The joy! 

Bath time

Daddy does bath time. Love these two 

Water

This girl can't help herself around water. 

No fear

My little girl has no fear. Really. The only thing that I have found that scares her are the  dyson hand dryers at Cheesecake Factory. Other than that nothing phases this chica. 

These days the windowsill is her favorite hangout. 

Conference

I can't believe that Lila was here last conference weekend. This beautiful smiling girl only had twenty more days on this earth. I so wish that she was here to snuggle!! 

 

I am grateful for this gospel and this weekend to hear from our church leaders. I am grateful that I will see my little one again and that my sweet family will be together forever. 

 I went to my special needs support group the other night. I have been having dinner with these ladies for a few years now. Their children's ailments range all over the place,  from seizures and genetic conditions to autism. It is an amazing group to belong to and I am still glad that they have me even though I am not technically in the special need community anymore.  This past time was a smaller group, only four of us were able to make it. A mother whose son suffers with seizures, a mother whose son has a genetic condition that she has no idea what his future will look like and finally a mother who lost her little girl just the month before I lost Lila. As we talked and tried to console each other the other grieving mother said she feels broken. I thought that was as good of word as any. I am Broken. I sat and cried as I told the mothers that such a huge piece of my soul is missing. How can anyone carry on?!?! No really? How does a mother whose very life is dedicated to her children ever survive the passing of such a beloved daughter? How was I doing it? How am I breathing and playing with Ruby and still laughing with Quinn? How can any of this be possible? I realized that as I was talking to these women that maybe my Lila was taking care of me now. Maybe she is with me more than I know. Maybe she holds me up during the day and lays by my side each night, maybe she whispers encouragement to my heart to keep beating. Maybe she sit with me in those quiet moments when I sob and say her name. Maybe...... How else can I still be functioning? I read book about the other side and it says that the departed are so busy. Hurrying around getting ready for the second coming. This terrifies me that my girl is too busy to miss me. I know that that is extremely selfish. I should be so happy that she is happy and busy and doesn't have time to miss me. But it doesn't. I want her to miss me just a fraction of how much I am missing her. So the idea of my daughter concerned about me and how I am coping without her brings me comfort. I think she must be with me. She must still be with my soul.

Later in the night one of the mothers was talking about an article that she read that talked about a hospice worker and his experience with spending time with those about to die. He said he would asked them if you could do your life over what would you change. The usual things tended to keep coming up; spending more time with family, not worrying about trivial matters, enjoying the small things in life, having a better outlook and attitude.  My friend then went on to say that she thought that we had been given such a gift in our children because we don't have to wait till our deathbeds to realize that these are the most important things in our lives. We know our time is limited and it is precious, we realize that a simple smile is more treasured than a large home or a fancy car, we have a deep understanding that family is the most important thing. We don't have the luxury of taking any of it for granted. What an amazing gift.

Its hard for me at times to see past my grief and see all of this, every part of it as a dear and precious gift. I got to have the most amazing and beautiful little spirit in my home for four years. I got to love and kiss and make laugh a true angel. For four years I had the most amazing teacher in my home, who taught me patience, true love, humility, grace and about mercy. I had one of God's supreme children in my home. I got to have her. I should be grateful for just that simple sentence. I got to have her. And I am. I am so grateful. I am grateful for everything that Lila has taught me and all that she is still teaching me, that even in unfathomable loss and despair that there is still somehow and unexplainably comfort and peace.

It's starting to feel like fall 

Roar

Regrets

My sweet friend Cynthia asked me to go to Wiggleworms at the Murray library yesterday. She had asked me many times to go in the past with Lila. I always was a little nervous to take her with so many germs though. Her daughter Lelia is exactly the same age as my Lila. (which if I am being totally honest was really hard. It was hard when they moved in to watch Leila  grow and Lila  to stay the same. And now for Leila to be running around and Lila is not here) . We met our other friend Larissa and her Adelaide to have a fun time with the kids dancing and singing. The thing is sometimes these activities fill me with regret. I think I could've been a better mother to lila. I let my fear of her getting sick stop me from going to places like the library, or play dates. Looking back I should have taken her. I've been really struggling the past few days thinking that maybe Lila could of had a more fun life. That somehow I could've done more for her. My grief has been made worse by this regret. The last few days have been very tear filled. But as I was explaining this to a friend she said that it probably never mattered what lila was doing just that she knew she was loved. I hope and pray that Lila  knew just how much she really was loved. 

It was fun being able to finally do these "normal" things with Ruby. She really loved it

I think that the kiddos may have loved the mall food court even more than Wiggleworms. Just kidding. But they sure did love those strollers