A Birthday.

On Wednesday, March 25th, we celebrated what would have been the 24th birthday of our sweet and tiny son, Bretton~Elijah Lucas. Born too early, too small and too fast, we miss him every day and dream of him often. Every year, we have a cake and tiny gifts for his memory box. This year, we made blueberry muffins and his gift will have to wait for now, as we're still isolated at home. Doing well but staying put. Here is the letter we wrote for 2020: 

Dear Bretton~Elijah Lucas. Today, you would have been turning 24 years old. We imagine you'd have super curly hair like Brodie, big blue eyes like Brady and chronic sarcasm like your dad. You'd be sweet but feisty like Chelsea and Chynna. The best ever uncle to Beckett and Lua. An athlete, maybe a musician or actor (cause we need more of those in our family!), creative and adventurous. Maybe you'd be married now. Or still in school. Or travelling. Whatever you'd be doing, like all our kids, we'd be so proud. We wish we could be that today. Isolated at home, we don't have a beautiful cake to celebrate your short time in our lives. Dad has suggested blueberry muffins today, with a candle on top. You were our tiny "blueberry" and maybe that's just what we'll do today to remember you. Bretton~Elijah Lucas .... loved forever, never forgotten. Love, Mom, Dad, all the kids and grandkids.

~ Chy