On Saturday Ty and I went up to the cemetery to make sure that Easton's monument had been put in the ground. I really wanted it to be in before it started to snow. It looked really good and I was very happy to see it there. I can't believe that in two weeks it will be November 9. That date is a hard date for me. I know that Easton is perfect and happy and in a better place, but sometimes I am not that strong. And I get selfish and I want him here with me, I want to hold him in my arms and be his mom right now. It is the human instinct in us, our nature to want that. And I have to tell myself that it's ok. Sometimes when I go to the grocery store, and everywhere I look there are moms about my age, with two kids, and a brand new baby, I ache. I ache because I want it so much. I have a new found respect for those women who can't bare children right now on this earth. They are so stong. I know I can't feel sorry for myself forever, and that things happen for a reason. But somedays it's so hard, because I wish I was pregnant and I wish I was having a baby in two weeks. So I thought I would share this beautiful monument with you of my perfect precious son.