Matthew Holmes Blanchard would have been seven years old today. Seven years. I cannot believe it have been seven years.

Ella decorated our room with maybe 100 white origami butterflies, hanging from our ceiling, while we were asleep last night. And left a statue of an angel – Matthew – on our nightstand.

I told Bryant, We are surrounded by angels. Angels that whine and argue at times. Angels with stinky feet. But these children are literal angels, sent from God to our home.

“I testify of angels – both the HEAVENLY and the MORTAL kind. God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face.”