I absolutely cannot decide what to blog about and what not to blog about when it comes to Noah. I am a frequent blogger at heart and like expressing some of my feelings here, but I don't know what is appropriate and I don't want to over do it (for lack of a better way of explaining it) or sound trite. I guess that is the beauty of it, I get to decide. I know there are people who read this that will treasure some of these things I share and that is reason enough for me.
Nate didn't know I was taking this picture, but I knew I wanted to remember this moment. I had gone out shopping earlier trying to find a teeny something for Noah to wear when we bury him. Of course, I was unsuccessful. My ever-amazing husband decided to make something. Please keep in mind neither of us sew AT ALL. Like AT ALL. He sat down and got out the manual and stayed up till 2 in the morning making a precious little gown from one of Jansen's old baby blankets. I think it's beautiful. We took it to the mortuary today so they could put Noah in it. We also brought a family picture and a white blanket that Jansen and Natalie were blessed in for them to include in the casket. I am so thankful for such an incredible and faithful spouse at this time.