Pitter Patter Little Feet

When we bought our new house back in November, one of the things I knew I would someday hear would be the sound of running all across the upstairs as Caden had friends over to play. Well, it hasn't taken long. Our neighbor's grandson and Caden have become friends and when "T" is visiting, there is the constant sound of running throughout the house. Forget the pitter patter of little feet. This is the sound of full-out running little boy feet. Upstairs. Downstairs. Inside. Outside. Upstairs. Downstairs. Inside. Outside. Over and over it repeats.

Mostly, I smile as it happens. I've had a few moments where the sound is hard to handle, but only because I am once again reminded that I should have been hearing that sound every single day. Caleb and Caden should have been doing that together for a couple years now.

I never fully realize the extent of how much Caden is missing his brother until his friend has to leave at the end of the day, and Caden begins to cry. He says he's afraid he will never see his friend again and won't have anyone to play with any longer since Caleb is gone, too. It's hard to get him to understand that "T" will come back again another day. It may be a while, but he will come back.

And, when he does, the pitter patter pounding of little feet will begin anew. 

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We still miss Caleb every moment of every day. He is always in our hearts, always in our thoughts, and is loved today, tomorrow, in ALL ways to infinity and beyond.

Angel, Richard & Caden

Obsessed

When we were at our bereavement camp at Camp Sol in October 2013, Caden decided he wanted to learn how to scrapbook and have his very own scrapbook. So, we picked him out one and brought it home with us. Now that we've gotten settled into the house, I'm starting to teach Caden to scrapbook. I told him the hardest two parts of scrapping are picking the pictures to scrap and the paper to put them on. We start looking though some extra shots I had made of Caleb fighting Darth Vader for him to start with.