Tradition

I have a friend. She had a baby (Parker). Her baby died. I had a baby (Connor). He died. We met online. (weird, right?) We became instant friends; Like we had known each other for a very long time. Her daughter's cause of death--Vasa Previa. Same as Connor's.

2 moms. 2 babies. 2 stories(2 very similar stories). 1 pair of shoes--a pair we share together. Shoes we can't ever separate. Shoes we can't ever take off. We can't ever give away. We wear them forever. She wears one shoe, I wear the other. Together we are a pair.

She's my one friend who knows exactly how I feel. I love her dearly.

Every March we get together with our babies we had after our losses.

We have made it a tradition to have St. Patty's day pics taken. Why? I'm not exactly sure. We did it one year; it was unique. We just unspokenly know that in March we set a date and get their pictures done.

 

Here they are through the years.

These 2 seriously can't get any cuter together.

"You sham-rock my world."  -ds