Got a Christmas card yesterday from a couple we know that is just pictures of them with their I think 6 month old. Then today I'm watching the news - of all things - and one of the reporters wanted to wish their son a happy 16th birthday. His name? You guessed it. Corbin. Universe, I shake my fist at you in anger!
Oh the dreaded Christmas cards. We have only received one so far, and it was very generic wishing us Love and Joy and a Happy New Year...yeah, right in the recycling bin.
I have been seeing and hearing little things that remind me of Stella every where, and it's like a little stab in my heart every time.