Our Missing Pumpkin
Autumn is my favourite season of the year. I am a total Christmas fanatic but the weather & nature in October is just perfection. Halloween is also a favourite celebration in our house and our 3 year old daughter has been talking about it since June!
I've been receiving those 'on this day' notifications from Facebook throughout this month. A year since my sister & I seen JB live, a year since we took the kids to the pumpkin patch and pushed them around the field in a wheelbarrow. Such precious memories and I had no idea at the time what the following year would be like. I was totally oblivious to how dramatically life would change in just 12 months.
And now here we are on October 31st with two beautiful children: Princess Fiona & Shrek. Two little ones that had their first halloweens. They sat naked as babies in their pumpkins & waited whilst a million photos were captured. They wore the 'my first halloween' bibs and sleep-suits. They made ghosts & witches with their handprints and footprints. They had and continue to have their firsts.
But we do have one who has no firsts - there is a pumpkin missing from our patch. There is an emptiness, aching arms and a heavy heart this month. My favourite season has been somewhat tarnished by the fact that our little one should have been born. She would have been about two weeks old by now. And she'd have been lying in a huge pumpkin whilst I took a million photos and cherished every precious moment with her.
To all the other families out there with missing pumpkins, I'm thinking of you and sharing your pain.
