It's been a little over a week since we "celebrated" Kristen's birthday. That just doesn't seem to be quite the right word for it. It certainly wasn't the celebration I envisioned a year ago. We did, however, spend the day remembering our sweet baby with a few loved ones. We released pink balloons and had cake and ice cream and looked at pictures of Kristen. We smiled as we wondered whether Kristen would have daintily picked at her cake like her sister, Emily. Or if she would have worn most of it like her sister, Grace (who ended up with frosting in her ears!) From the beginning, Kristen seemed the perfect mix of her two sisters. In looking back at some of her pictures (which I put into the Smilebox scrapbook below), I definitely saw a hint of orneriness!
Celebrations bring to my mind pictures of all that is happy. I think of smiles and laughter and gathering with loved ones. While we had all those on May 7, there was a sadness over not having our guest of honor with us. She got to celebrate in heaven, and as a friend wrote to me, birthday cake there has to be delicious!
To celebrate is to remember, to honor, to glorify. I celebrate Kristen's life and in turn honor and glorify God when I remember who I am and whose I am. God chose me to be Kristen's mom, and I will always be a mother of three. More importantly, I belong to Him who was, who is and who will be. I can't even begin to wrap my human mind around all that God is, but it does bring a peace to my heart to know that my youngest daughter is in His care. She may not be home with me, but she is home with Him. And that in itself is cause to celebrate.