Tummy Time

Sometimes tummy time is fun.

And sometimes it's not so fun.

Any questions?

Daughters

We're discovering they're different than sons. In funny ways. Like a shrieky cry or a REALLY chatty personality. Fun in their own unique way. :) We love our daughter.

Team Aaron's Heart

Just a little over a week until our local March for Babies event at the Renaissance on Highland Colony on Saturday, April 24th. Scott and I would be HONORED if you chose to walk with us in memory of our son. The March of Dimes would be BLESSED if there is a good turnout for the event. Just in case you've never been (and I haven't either!), here are some details. It should be lots of fun!

The walk is 3 miles long and will be up Highland Colony North. (I'm praying it's downhill all the way...) There will be several refreshment stations along the route. It will be a super fun event for kids with face painting, bounce houses, free Blue Bell ice cream, Madison Fire Safety Truck in attendance and temporary March for Babies tattoos.

You can register for the walk by visiting our team page, www.marchforbabies.org/aaronsheart. Just click on "walk with me" and register. It's free and only takes a couple of minutes! Once you register online, all you have to do is show up for the walk before 9 a.m. Oh, and if you'll be walking with us, please shoot me an email at faith.hill.ms@gmail.com so I can get a good headcount.

Countdown till April 15

The kids and I are beside ourselves in anticipation...waiting for Thursday to come and GO!

This weekend we spent some time on the deck, biding our time. Levi sharpened some pencils...

...while Shiloh chewed on her baby doll and perfected the art of cuteness. :)

Next weekend, we won't be so bored. Cuz daddy will be home!!!

4/8

I never wanted to watch my child die. I never dreamed that God would choose me or my child to experience unbelievable pain and catastrophic grief on this earth. I just never saw that happening. Those kinds of things happen to other people, like Job in the Bible when he lost all his children. Or David when his infant son died. Or strangers on tv. Not me or my child.

During the last moments of Aaron’s life two years ago, we rocked him told him how much we loved him. We cried and kissed him and savored each moment, all the while desperately hoping for a miracle of our choosing. One that did not come.

It only recently occurred to me that we had been given a great privilege. How many people are chosen to hold their child as he goes straight from their arms to the arms of Jesus? We don’t always remember this blessing as we have struggled through our questions, tears, and quite honestly, our anger and bitterness. The stormy sea of grief tossed us around for a very long time and sometimes we still fall out of the boat.

Despite grief and all the other emotions, we believe that God restores brokenness and turns mourning into dancing(Psalm 30:11). Even though we don’t deserve His goodness and healing, He IS good and He DOES heal. He healed our son in Heaven and He continues to heal our hearts every day.

"The Lord gave and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord." Job 1:21.

Easter Weekend

We had a busy weekend. So much so that I never even used my Nikon. So, the only pics I got were taken with my cell phone. OOPS! :)

Friday and Saturday, we spent some time at Nanny and Papaw's helping them move into their new house. Since Shiloh couldn't really carry anything heavy, she hung out and supervised.

Saturday night, Scott and Levi died eggs. The colored water is really more fun than the eggs. Not very tasty, though.

Took some photos of the lovely cross in front of my parents' church to remember the real meaning of Easter.

No Easter Sunday is complete without smocking and silly faces. :)

Not sure why this picture is so small, but isn't Shiloh pretty? :)