Sunday, May 04, 2008

Sweet Noah

On Friday evening, Chris and I were preparing some things for Hazel's memorial service. We were looking at Hazel's lock of hair, footprints, handprints and bracelet. Noah and Miriam wanted to look at them, too.

I noticed Noah's expression start to change from one of interest to one of sadness and all the sudden he burst into tears, crying, "Hazel" over and over again. Chris and I were stunned, but we held and comforted him while he cried out his grief.

And we cried, too.

1 comment:

Kendra said...

sweet boy.