I have been thinking about my sister and baby Braxton a lot lately. My heart breaks every time I remember what my sister and her husband had to go through. The boys and I have driven by Braxton's grave a few times this week and each time we do I am hit with a huge wave of emotions. Parker recognizes the cemetery and we have had a few good talks when we go. The first time we went we talked about how Aunt Jaycie's baby died. How he lives with Jesus now. That it's just his body in the grave. Parker was very serious throughout our conversation, but was very relieved to know that at least Baby Braxton was with Jesus. I am so grateful for my boys and how close to the Savior they are.
The second time we went this week Parker reminded me of Braxton and what happened to him. He made sure to tell me it was ok though, because he was with Jesus.
I am so so grateful for my two little boys and I love them so much. I love how much they teach me. I love how big their hearts are. I am grateful for my sister and her example and strength. I know she will get the chance to hold and love her sweet little boy someday.
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