Butterflies and Balloons.

This was the sunset as we drove home from getting balloons last night. It's completely unrelated to this post, but it's pretty, so I wanted to share anyway.

Last night when I was preparing the balloons, I wrote each baby's name on one of these butterflies. Then I put a handful of butterflies inside each balloon, praying for each baby and each family as I worked. I started with my babies. And then I wanted to remember a few close friends' babies. And then my mom asked me to remember her friend's baby and grandbabies. And then I decided to go through my blog list and remember all of your babies. If I follow your blog and you have so much as mentioned losing a baby, your baby has a butterfly in that pile.

I woke up before dawn and drove to the top of Mt Erie. (On Fidalgo Island in WA, for those of you who are wondering.) I was hoping to get a few pictures of them floating off over the islands in the pretty, colorful sunrise....but it was foggy up there.

Bryan popped two balloons while blowing them up, so we searched the truck to make sure we had every last butterfly and made more balloons. When we let them go, one got stuck in a tree....so I made Bryan climb up to get it and set it free. (I actually wanted to do it myself, but he refused to let me. So I made him go up.)

Praying for all of you, today and always.