After leaving the group of girls we had a couple photo session. One of our dear friends nominated our love story into a contest and we surprisingly won. The photographer was absolutely awesome. She traveled around the town with us photographing what I am sure to be fantastic images and ones that I will hold dear to my heart forever, our first family portrait. Even though Aven wasn't physically there for us to hold, she was still there. The necklace I wore during the photo session has some of Aven's ashes in it. For some that may sound morbid but I don't care. For me, it is comforting that where I go, she goes. Sitting on a cliff by the 360 bridge overlooking the lake with the sun setting and the wind blowing, and the Laurel trees blooming purple flowers, yes she was there. It was bittersweet but amazing.
Finally, before going to bed, my sister sent me a picture. She said she was walking along the beach and while there she thought of Aven. I hadn't expected for Aven to be in Florida and it made me so incredibly happy that she was. I know for some it may seem odd that I would want her name everywhere but this is my grief journey and I have found it healing in some way and proud. Proud that by my talking about her and writing about her that others think and write about her too. I am still her mother and I am proud of that. I hope Aven travels everywhere. In less than a month, Aven will be in Germany! Thanks Ash, I can't even begin to tell you how much your words and picture touched mine and D's hearts.
Aven in Florida
Photo taken by Aven's Aunt, Ash