Last year a few of my friends got together to help me make some presents to take to the hospital where Noah was born. We had so much fun, the girls wanted to do it again this year. It really was fun for me to take everything we had made and collected and drop it off at the hospital...it gave me something happy to do on a day that I anticipated dreading.
I keep in contact with one of the nurses at the hospital and so she was able to share with me about giving these items to moms who had just lost their baby. I'm so thankful to be able to make a small impact on the lives of moms who now walk the path I did almost two years ago. At a time when they feel all alone and that know one understands, they
receive a gift from a mom that "knows." And I hope it helps, seeing in a
tangible way, that they are not alone!
It is such a special thing for me to have friends who want to remember Noah's life with me. I can't thank them enough for their prayer, encouragement, and friendship. You (and you know who you are!) have been Christ's hands and feet to me - your gentle reminders of love, concern, and comfort have taught me so much!
A few pictures of us hard at work...
What the books look like...
The reason
why I wanted to do something with pictures stems from this scene...
"After our friends and family had all left the hospital for the night, the hospital photographer peeked in with a
small white envelope in her hand. She had printed four or five pictures she had taken of our son. When I saw the pictures of his tiny hand, wrinkly feet, and his face, I could not hold back the tears. They were a priceless treasure! His time with us had come and gone. Now, I held in my hand the only link to remembering his face. He was beautiful!! It was just what I needed, and it
couldn't have been better timing. Our time was winding down, we were about to give Noah over to the funeral home, and I felt as though she made it a little easier. We would trade his little body for the pictures we could hold onto for the rest of our lives. I had these beautiful pictures to look at anytime I needed to see him."
Think about how a mom would feel when she
receives her baby's pictures, not in a white envelope, but a precious "photo book." It says to a mom who wants something special and unique for her baby...someone cares about your baby too! They are precious and
valuable and the "cover" matches the beautiful pictures. I carry my little
photo book in my purse even today. Anytime I want to show someone, or look at them myself I have them with me! I hope this becomes something special to the moms that
receive them too.
We picked out a couple of pumpkins to carve with Grandma, but the boys wouldn't get in and take out the seeds! They did enjoy eating them though.
We attended a Fall Festival...complete with 2 moonwalks, lots of carnival games, and need I say CANDY!! 
Drew had to have 2 glare protectors just like Trent...he wanted to put them on himself.
Love the tongue sticking out...such concentration for a 4 year old!
