Angel baby Beckett: Happy Easter!

I was gently woken up this morning by a soft rub on my arm. I reluctantly opened one eye to peek at who was waking me from my deep slumber. There was the sweetest face looking at me with the hugest grin plastered on. Her eyes were dancing. In a whisper, "Happy Easter Mommy". Even though I saw the time, 6:37am, I could not help but listen intently to her telling me that the easter bunny was here! "That is great! How exciting! How about you come into bed between mommy and daddy for a bit?" (please, please, please)...."Ahhh, okay." I got a good 15 minutes more before we were woken by loud sighs...and the day began.

The littlest Klinnert really had no idea what was going on...and what is the point of finding these eggs?? Grace and Holden immediately went into egg finding mode like pros. They quickly left Liv behind. All she wanted to do was eat the jelly beans and m&m's anyway:)

We spent the afternoon with Grandma and Grandpa Spielman. The kids found some eggs, got to eat some delicious ham, and played outside...It was a very nice day.

When we got back home, we took an easter basket to Beckett. We each wrote a note to him and tucked them into plastic eggs. It was the first time to visit his grave since last fall. It felt good. When we approached we noticed to very large bunnies grazing in the "kids" section. Obviously bunnies are everywhere...but since there were two and they stuck around for a picture...I'd like to think it was Ann and Beckett.

We noticed a couple of new things at Beck's grave. I can not even tell you how much it means to me that someone takes the time to stop there and drop off a trinket. It just makes me so happy to know that others remember him too. I wish I'd know who brings things there...so I could thank them, but most are anonymous. There was a blue bear there with a note taped to his hand, but the type had been mostly washed away...so whoever you are thank you! There is also an angel perched on his stone. It is very sweet. Again, no idea who placed it there but thank you. The kids are just tickled about those types of things...who else would come here??

Part of me does wonder though if those items are just placed there by a random person...maybe someone who feels like he is forgotten because his spot is quite bare compared to the others there. That thought makes me feel a bit guilty because I do not place a lot of things there. I guess it is still a sore spot. It is not for lack of caring...far from it. It is just so sad for me to place items there...I can't put it into words. So, I am thankful for the people that do it for me.

Here are a few pictures from the day...I finally got a couple of Holden when he isn't covering his face or running from the camera. All it took was a little threat of taking away PS 3 for a week.