Friends and Football

We're so blessed to have a fun group of friends to hang out with. This past weekend, we went to a Mardi Gras Party with a bunch of my "teacher friends" (that's what Brad calls them). It's funny how the husbands have all bonded so quickly - every time we get together, the boys all crowd around each other, while us girls stick together...it's like middle school all over again! This is Tate being "tough."
He's has been spending much of his time lately practicing his "wipeouts."

Yesterday, we went to another friend's house for a Super Bowl Party. Tate loved watching all the pregame stuff that was on all day. During lunch he was watching and kept screaming, "Go Iowa State!!!" at the top of his lungs...I guess he doesn't quite get it yet.

As fun as yesterday was, it was really difficult too. Last year, we had both boys with us for the Super Bowl. I remember exactly what Nash was wearing. He sat on Brad's lap almost the entire time, sweet as could be. He was three weeks old. We were truly happy, truly content.

Yesterday was also the seven month anniversary of Nash's death. I think everything was building all day and finally burst once I got Tate into bed. I was putting on my pajamas and just lost it, standing in our closet. I found one of Nash's onesies and just stood there crying as I held it. It was the one that he wore for Easter last year. How is possible that I will never see him in it again? My sweet, sweet boy. What I wouldn't give to hold him just one more time...just once more. Seven months is way too long for a mother and father to go without their baby. And my heart hurts knowing that the time is just going to keep ticking away whether I like it or not. That's a hard thing for me to accept...but with the help of God, I'm working on it.

I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.

~ Phillippians 4:13

Love to y'all,

Tracy