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2 Years


I can't believe nearly 2 years have passed since I've seen this beautiful face. Since I've touched him, kissed him, smelled his sweet baby smell.

My personal memories are fading, as memories do. Our pictures and videos are all we have to remind us of the details that are no longer clear.

I have literally THOUSANDS of pictures of Mira. And there will be thousands more to come. People make comments about all of the pictures I have an post of her.

I have less than 200 pictures of Sam. All taken within 4 days of his birth. Most taken after he died. Let's just say, I might value photographs just a tad bit more than your average person.

My heart hurts more this year than last. I knew we were missing out on a lifetime of memories with Sam when he died, but I truly didn't know what those memories would be until we had Mira.

1 year ago, I missed him. Missed his hair. His fingers. His toes. His cry.

Another year gone by, and I miss him rolling over. His giggle. His first taste of solids. His crawling. His first word. With every milestone Mira reaches...I will miss Sam's.

This week, if you could, please keep us in your prayers. A mother and father who've lost their son. Grandparents who lost their first grandchild. Aunts and Uncles who lost their nephew. And a sister who will grow up without her big brother. Our hearts will always have a piece missing.

However, that piece is in heaven...which is always a wonderful place to have your heart. <3



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