just a plastic bowl

I feel like I should have planned this better.

I knew Aidan was going to be arriving, although I didn't know the exact dates I figured it would be in a few weeks.

Now he's here. Sitting in a plastic bowl inside of a plastic box on my coffee table.

I should have bought an urn for him. I knew I wanted to eventually buy an urn for him, then we could put him on a shelf (which we also need to buy) next to our family wedding portraits.

But I didn't.

I guess I figured I'd just wait till he arrived, so I knew what size to get. Like it really mattered. The smallest one they have would be too big. Not that he has to fill it to the brim or anything.

So now we need to buy one. But who wants to go urn shopping for their dead child? This just makes it all too real.

This sucks.