It was not particularly my intention to pick up the blogging threads on a somber note, but it’s someone’s birthday today, and we still remember him.
I picked up a cake mix for his birthday cake. I wonder if he would have liked this vanilla creme one with chocolate glaze, or just chocolate. I still sometimes wonder if he’s a redhead or flaxen haired like half his siblings. Did he have brown or blue eyes? Part of the grief is the not-knowing.
Why bother with the birthday cake? Someone will ask, I’m sure. It’s simple. We believe that all life is sacred from conception to natural death. We celebrate every member of the family, even this little guy, taken from us before he was born. The children know they have a brother in Heaven, even though only Trooper ever saw Jacob.
Besides, it was actually Rascal’s own idea to have a cake, years ago. Likely he wanted an excuse for an extra dessert back then, but it launched a little tradition that I’m glad we do. There will always be sorrow for Jacob, our sweet baby Jacob, but there is after all, cause for joy, too.
As God wills, we shall one day see him again.
(The hands and feet of a baby born at 23weeks gestation)