I'm humbled when I'm asked to do a family painting for someone. I feel it's a small way of showing the world that the child is remembered...that they are a viable part of one's family. I had sold them on etsy, but that slowly ground to a halt during the stress of my pregnancy and grieving. I feel I'm getting back into a rhythm, or even a desire to be creative again. Simon takes a lot of time (which I'm more than happy about), but I want to be able to do these paintings again...it's a very small way to help families remember. If you, or someone you know might be interested, please check out my etsy shop.
The frilly dresses and excitement for Easter still leap out at me. Having a boy, you don't get as excited as a parent in regards to what he'll wear to Easter family functions or church or whatnot. I don't know if it's a more religious based tradition, so it may not be something a percentage of people do...but in my life experience, each year little girls get dresses for Easter.
So, it's yet another bittersweet experience: Sadness in missing out on life with Lyra, and excitement for Simon's first Easter. We have a good friend coming to visit this weekend, so that will be enjoyable too.
Wishing you all peace and calm for this weekend.