Blessings

Oliver had his blessing on the weekend. We truly do feel blessed to have him here. I often think that the road we travel has such stark contrasts-beauty and 'the darkness'. The beauty full moments shine like beacons and I cling to them.

He was blessed at the temple near our home and I sat and marvelled at the philosophy 'we hope this blessing helps them to become good people, inside and out'. That is all I ask for my children. That is all I ask.

It seemed fitting to have a blessing at the end of last week. We felt blessed to have had such love and support on our journey and some of dearest supporters were there, some were there in spirit. We were glad we could gather and show thanks for all things Belle and all things Oliver. I was blessed in the knowledge that Madeleine, Mason and Oliver were all there, living, laughing and enjoying life.

We had a touch of Belle on the cake, Butterflies for our butterfly angel, she is never far from us and I guess as I write this post and think of Oliver's special day I see that all days have a touch of Belle in them and I do often feel sad, but on this day, I smiled for my babies. And there gifts.

Oliver's blessing: Mason sneaking icing balls off the cake:

A snuggle with Pa

Cutting the cake Maddy and my mum made..