Yesterday afternoon, just a few hours before the new moon, we planted a tree for Ava.  Mountain Laurel's hold a special place in the heart of my family ever since my mom passed away.  We believe the little red seeds are little gifts from her. We let Ava pick one out at the nursery a few weeks ago.  We wanted to plant it on her first birthday, but since it's in the middle of summer we decided to go with a nice spring new moon instead.  She watched her daddy dig the hole in fascination, and then we let her put her little hands on it before we put it in the ground.  We buried her umbilical cord under it along with ashes from my dad, and our cat + dog who recently passed away, Bella + Violet.  This will be her tree to grow alongside with.