It was two years ago that the worst news of my life came along with some of the best. My brother was killed on Aug. 19, 2009 and then 9 days later I gave birth to our sweet little girl named Myla. She was born on Aug. 28, 2009 on the same day that my family was at Ft. Eustis attending Paul's memorial service. So many mixed emotions. How could I even bring a smile to my face when all I wanted to do was cry. My brother was just home two weeks priar, making fun of how big my stomach was and how he couldn't wait to see this little baby. He never got that chance. She will never get to know her amazing uncle. Myla had been a blessing and continues to be one every single day. Her name means "merciful" which is perfect for this sweet little girl. She is laid back, kind, sweet, loving and compassionate. Even at her young age she worries for others. She runs to her sister when she is hurt, she asks if she is OK, she is loving. She's everything we needed during this time in our life.
For her first photo shoot I used Paul's baby quilt. I then decided that every year after, I would capture her growth with a piece of us that is missing and with a piece that reminds us of a hero. Paul's quilt is cherished in this house and one day Myla will learn about a wonderful uncle who is waiting on her in heaven. Happy Birthday Myla even though it's a tad late.