This past week’s prompt over at 52 Photos Project was Something Borrowed. I debated what I would capture, then I found exactly what I wanted to share:
To the right is the small purple urn that contains some of the ashes of my first born child Evan. The ceramic heart around it’s neck is one of two pieces; the matching urn to this one has the inside of the heart buried with it at our families cemetery. This is his special place in our family home, his monument. For those who do not know, Evan never took a breath in this world, he was stillborn at 42 weeks gestation on December 24th, 2007. We now have a daughter born 2 years and 1 month to the day of her big brother. Every day this urn serves to remind of one thing: Our children are not ours to keep and own…they belong to something bigger then us. They are children of God, Gods or whatever higher power your believe in; gifted to our family to cherish and love in this lifetime. Eventually, we will have to give them back to their creator. In some cases that time comes way too soon; however it serves to remind us not to ever take any day for granted. Every day we have with our loved one’s is a gift.