Just a Dream...

A box is all we have left.

I held you in my arms for as long as I could, praying that I would wake up and everything would be fine.

You were perfect, the sweetest angel we could ever ask for, but that's all you would ever be.

An angel.

The joy we felt in our hearts knowing you were coming, would grow with each passing day.

Going to the doctor was supposed to be like every other visit, but it wasn't. One minute everything was fine, and the next was a living, breathing, nightmare.

Every day that passes of you being gone, is a step forward but also several steps back.

The pain is there, and it never leaves. A simple piece of clothing, a picture, seeing your memory box on the kitchen table is enough to send us over the deep end.

We are relying on each other, being together for support and comfort. But you were our first child, our sweet baby, our son.

The only thing giving us comfort is knowing you are surrounded by our animals, and loved ones who we know are making sure you are okay and happy.

We hope that you know how loved you were and still are. Even though we are here and you are there, our love will never fade or change.

We will never forget you, for you are our sweetest baby boy.

We love you so much, and hope that one day we will wake up from this dream and get to meet you.