A year ago today, we simultaneously welcomed our son and said goodbye to him. While most parents triumphantly celebrate surviving their first year of parenthood, we are equally celebrating surviving our first year without the one we love.
Whenever I hear someone is pregnant, I immediately think how sacred an experience it is to hold your child for the first time. When the first time is your last time, this moment is forever engrained on your soul. I would give anything to go back in time and hold my son for another minute or two. Over the past year there were many days I thought my heart would literally break. Despite all odds, this has not occurred and for that reason alone there is much cause for celebration!
We are looking forward to a long weekend of remembering and honoring our son, Asher. Whenever I hear someone speak his name, it makes my heart flutter. His name is my favorite word in the entire world. Asher means happy, blessed, fortunate or lucky. As his parents, we consider ourselves all these things and much, much more.