Stepping Stones: a path to healing after the loss of a child

Happy Birthday, Gabriel. 10 years. Sigh. I think of him as a baby but he would be getting big. A quiet day... My husband took the day off and watched my daycare kids so I could stay in my PJs until noon and then I went out for a massage and pedicure. This evening we went to our 'normal' spot (a nearby church cemetery) and let a balloon go and ate brownies. This year we also blew bubbles. It was sweet.