I can almost picture that blonde-haired, blue-eyed toddler running around our house.
I can almost sense the chaos of our lives with two small children.
And, when I close my eyes, I can almost feel the hugs and kisses of a sweet, little, almost-2-year-old boy.
It's so strange to me that two years have gone by...two whole years since he's been gone. And, yet, the hurt is fresh right now, and, once again, it feels like just yesterday that I said goodbye to that precious little baby along with all of my dreams for his life on earth with us.
I don't know what you're supposed to do to mark a 2-year-olds birthday when he isn't here to celebrate with a party hat and a cupcake. I assume it will be another trip to the cemetery...this time with a little sister who will never get to know her brother this side of heaven.
I would covet your prayers this week as we contemplate how to honor Zachary's life as a family and walk through another challenging season.
"He is faithful in all He does." - Psalm 33:4b