I die a little more every day. . .

I think about it constantly.  What did I do to make you go away?  Why didn't you stay and come into the world the way you should have?  My heart aches to know what you would have looked like, to know the sound of your laugh, to feel your tiny hand grasp my finger for the first time. . .So many other things that we will never know.  I cry just about every night when everyone else is sleeping.  I don't want them to think something is wrong because we're all stressed out and this would only stress them out even more.  They don't need to know.  I will have to find a way to deal with it without them having to know.  Oh well, another day closer to meeting you in Heaven.  Good night, my sweet angel baby.  Mommy and Daddy love you!

Gonna miss him for now. . .

I hate to see my husband walk up the terminal away from me.  He's only going to be gone for two weeks, but it's two weeks that we won't be spending together.  Oh well, he'll be back before I know it and I'll be one happy woman again!  :)