Cowboy Spurs

Today I remember a little blondie, who could always be found cowboyed up from head to toe. He had the brightest blue eyes, and could be spotted sporting a Kool-Aid moustache smile. Our Clay - he would have been eleven years old today. Seems strange, almost like time should have somehow stood still. In many ways, it has.

Our family will gather together in celebration today, with pizza, Sunny-D and mint chip ice cream. Those were Clay's favorites. The hearts who knew and loved Clay best will pause, if only for a moment, and remember what it was like when the world still seemed safe. There was a time when something as awful as losing a child was what happened to other people. Not us.

We love you Clay, today and always. Our balloons will rise as a tribute. Your life mattered to us, and it always will. We choose to still believe in miracles, knowing that healing meant heaven for you.

This day we lift our eyes to the sky, trusting that the blue balloon will in fact reach heaven . . . bursting only with the touch of a cowboy's spurs.