For most, this time of year is so refreshing.

For me, this time of year is very difficult. Very, very difficult.

My heart is heavy. I have a huge knot in my throat and tears in my eyes.

October 8 is Aaden’s birthday. He would be 5 years old. What a crazy, crazy thought. I cannot even imagine him at 5. He will forever remain a tiny perfect little baby with piercing, wise eyes and the most adorable little nose and chubby cheeks.

So bear with me as I fumble along the next few weeks, celebrating his life and mourning his death… and rejoicing that I have hope in a Savior who brought life with His death, Who wipes away every tear and Who brings beauty from ashes.