Today marks ten years since Jonah was born and then went to be with the Lord. Ten years! Really?
Where has this decade gone? We remember today with much thankfulness. Though we miss him and grief is a visiting companion, I truly am at rest. Though I often wonder about Jonah. Did he have red hair and green eyes like his sister? I am more often grateful for what his loss has brought about in our lives and how our faith has been made more solid each passing year. Short lives can carry a big legacy. Jonah's absences has brought much goodness into our lives. So we remember his life and death in knowing we will see him again and that he is safe and happy in a place we long to go.
Every year around April 19th we visit this place. It has special meaning to us as a family. This cliff is where we released Jonah's ashes and said our goodbyes. Visiting there is like visiting him in many ways.
It is a beautiful place!
These flowers have been blooming every year we are there for the past ten years. I love being greeted by them when we go. An old friend waiting to see us.
A quick snuggle on the bench with my littlest man.
The mountains mixed with the sea is something I will never grow weary of seeing.
I truly live in one of the most beautiful places in the world.
Cousins sitting on Jonah's cliff just girl chatting.