happy birthday, mama.

Some glad morning when this life is o'er,I'll fly away; To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away.

I'll fly away, fly away, Oh Glory I'll fly away; When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away.

December 13 she would have been fifty. Oh my was she ever anxious about this big day, turning the big five-o. I remember many times we talked about how scary it was to hit that big number, and now as we hit it, without her, I can't help but feel so incredibly sad she didn't get to celebrate it here on earth.

The kids asked if we could write her notes and send them to heaven, so that's what we did. Teal balloons would travel from us to her, and I'm so grateful that we were able to make this happen for them, for her.

My amazingly talented friend Brooke came out and photographed the 'party' for us, what a treasure these are. Words can't express how thankful we are that she documented this for us.

Happy birthday, mama. Love you more.

Images by Brooke Beasley Photography.