I miss you. I didn't know you, but I miss you. I miss how big you'd be if you were stilll with us and how your big sister would be making you laugh with goofy antics. I miss the way O would be bent over your face, nearly suffocating you with kisses and patting you on the head.
I miss not rocking you to sleep after you've nursed and observed the world through your tiny finger tips and nearsighted eyes. How you'd smell after a bath with Lavender scented soap. I miss your soft snuffles as you learn to coordinate your breathing. I wish that I were waking up with you in the middle of the night instead of waking up because you are not here.
I know that your Daddy misses the way your toes would dig into his thighs while you practice bouncing and testing your own legs. And the way your little boy fingers would look to his to guide you, lift you, snuggle you, tickle you. I miss your smile and the little gurgles that would be your first attempts at laughter. O misses having someone to play with, dress up, and tell stories to.
Everday that goes by, it gets harder to remember your tiny little kicks against my belly button and sides as I slept at night. We only knew you in black and white. We know you're in Heaven now, with Jesus, and that you don't feel pain. And O is sure that you're frollickin around with all of the other winged babies and having fun. I often picture you with a smile on your little face, waving pudgy hands at your sister.
We'll see you again someday. If we're blessed, it won't be soon, but we'll have Eternity to get to know you. We love you, Mommy, Daddy, and Sister
