Yesterday was the 4th of July. A celebration of Freedom. It is also the last of our “firsts” without Artie. Our own Freedom from the daily waiting. Waiting for yet another first. The first birthdays, the first holidays and the first change of seasons. Now, we just have to get through the one year mark and we are golden. Sounds simple huh? Arthur is going to here waiting for the moment when we are breathing again. I know his spirit hurts for the pain we endure every moment without him. So now we go through the next 2 months, just like the the last 10. Struggling to breath, fighting to smile, the anticipation of the reminder of that morning looming heavy in the air. We will get through it. Once it is behind us, I just know we will find some peace in all of this. When he was a baby, Arthur waited for special moments to make monumental changes. He waited until his first birthday party to walk.. House full of people, his personal audience. That’s how he was. Always a huge presence. He didn’t do anything without it being extra special. I have no doubt he will be around for this monumental step toward our future.