When I look at your two brothers here with me, I can't help but wonder what you would look like.
Would you have dimples like your big brother or a strong jaw like your father?
Maybe I would have a son with blue eyes, glowing like your great grandpa's or grammies'.
Would you have dark hair like gramps' or fiery red hair similar to your little brother's?
Perhaps I would have an extra driver in the house to help run your little brother around.
And what would you choose to do for fun--play baseball or hockey like the other boys? Maybe neither--perhaps you would be a music fanatic--beating the drums or pounding the piano to the measure of your own tune!
Time is precious--spend it wisely.
It's okay to cry.
Love transcends all we see.
Don't let anyone "should" on you--sometimes we need to do what feels right in order to heal and it doesn't always fit with what other people think.
You are always with me in my heart, fluttering to a different measure.
Comfort can be found in the simplest places: ivory apple blossoms, the silver sparkle of sunshine on snow; the melody of the wind playing with the leaves, the dance of a butterfly, or the easy stream of rain on my face.
Unfortunately, you were not meant to be here on earth with us--but as your mom I can't help but wonder...
What I know for sure is all you have taught me:
It's okay to cry.
Love transcends all we see.
Don't let anyone "should" on you--sometimes we need to do what feels right in order to heal and it doesn't always fit with what other people think.
You are always with me in my heart, fluttering to a different measure.
Comfort can be found in the simplest places: ivory apple blossoms, the silver sparkle of sunshine on snow; the melody of the wind playing with the leaves, the dance of a butterfly, or the easy stream of rain on my face.
Thank you, child of mine, for these wonderful treasures you left behind. I am forever grateful.
Love you forever,
Mom
xo
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