I just can’t believe that next month will be the last month of photo memories I have to share of Hudson’s final year with us. I have recently been looking back through photos of her from her younger days, before she was crawling, not only to try and get myself excited to experience those days again with another child, but also to remember what those days were like with Hudson. She was so transformed as a toddler—she had a bright and unique personality from very early on, but she was really in the midst of turning into such an incredible little person when she died. It is often hard to even remember what she was like before she was seven or eight months old and really started to assert herself. So I’ve been trying to remind myself of how wonderful those early days were, too.
Today’s memory from last March burns so brightly in my head—an amazing spring day on the Mall with our girl, who got to see kites for the first (and, of course, unbeknownst to us, the last) time. I love these photos so much—they are perfect representations of our life with Hudson. Happy, happy child. So many adventures. So much fun. So much joy. So much love.
If only they did not make my heart feel so very broken.