Six months ago today, you were born, but you were born too soon. Six months ago today, we looked down at your little face with pride, and an indescribable sadness. Six months ago today, we held you for the first time, and for the last time. God decided to make you an angel that day. He had greater plans for you, my son. Plans we do not understand, and probably never will, but God chose us to be your parents. And for that, I am thankful. If I were given a choice to live with the daily pain of losing you, or to have never been pregnant with you, I would choose to live with this pain. No doubts about it. You are my son, and you always will be. We may not be able to be together physically right now, but we will be together again someday. It’s been six months since we said “see you later”, but some days, it feels like just yesterday. I crave to hold you again, and I know that someday I will, but some days that day can’t come soon enough. Braeden James, I just want you to know that we all love and miss you very much. Please look after your little sister for me, and try not to cause too much ruckus up there. And, mind your grandma; she is taking over for me, until the day I am there with you and can hold you once again. Fly high baby boy! We love you so much!!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 21:32:44 +0000
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