As I scrolled through all the pictures of the bears, my heart was touched. What beautiful treasures. I decided the girls should each have one, too.
It took me quite a while to actually get up the courage to open his closet. I had been in his room a bunch of times. I had touched his blankets. I continue to see his toys around the house. But... his clothes. Those were the absolute hardest thing for me to face. His clothes were HIM. When I saw his clothes, I saw him. And, of course, when I finally opened his closet to choose an outfit, I had a meltdown. After many tears, I chose an outfit that I loved. And then I laid out some clothes and had each of the girls pick their favorite outfit, too. Jason came in the room and saw his clothes laid out on the bed and he, too, couldn't stop the tears.
The bears arrived while Kezia and I were in Minnesota. I couldn't wait to get back to see them! They are beautiful and so precious to me and my girls. I even had her put a seam where his surgery scar was and sew a spot where his birthmark was. It is so neat to have something to hold that reminds me so much of him. Of course, every second of every day, I wish it was him. The girls sleep with their bears every night. They seem durable enough to last a lifetime, which is good, because I want my girls to have them forever to remind them of their baby brother. Ireland couldn't wait to take hers to her show & tell day at school.
We just had family pictures taken. I'll probably do a separate post for those pics, but I wanted to share these bear pics. For more information, go to http://www.carriebears.com/