July 31, 2006 is still the day that I gave birth to him. That day kick-started the lifelong process of realizing that despite my preconceived notions of myself, I'm actually a good mom to boys. It's still the day that my heart doubled in size for the second time. (The first time, of course, was when Abby was born in 2004. It doubled in size again when Isaac was born in 2008, and yet again when we had Brady in 2010.)
I don't know what we'll do to observe his special day. On my other kids' birthdays, we take official pictures. Obviously that's not an option, but I know we'll figure out something fitting that will honor his memory, and his spirit, which I know --in whatever way it's possible-- is still out there. Still with us.