We are approaching 2 months since we met our baby boy. I can't believe it has been that long ago. I can't believe it has been that long since I held him and snuggled his little face. What I wouldn't give to be able to hold him once more. His blanket just does not cut it. I pick up the little outfit he was dressed in and I guess I hope I can feel him...but I can't. That is what I hate about time...it takes those precious moments. Those moments I will dream of forever but not be able to quite capture.

I was at the hockey rink last night. There was a mother with her little guy who was about 6 months old. I was thinking to myself...wow...this is getting easier. I can see a little boy and not start to cry and my chest tightening. Then the little babe started saying "mama, mama". That really hurt, hit me right to my core...I will never hear that from Beckett. I'll never get to see his little grin. Oh, how that makes my heart ache.

I had a great visit with another mother today with a very similar situation...both little boys (cute as could be, I might add). Thank God, for allowing me the opportunity to meet her. I hate that she is in the same position, but she is. I just know she understands me. It is comforting to know, there is someone who knows. Someone who is going through similar feelings right now. I feel validated and not so crazy...I feel real. A mom who cherishes her children and loves them to the depths of her soul~no matter where they are.

Well, I should really cuddle up with my little girl and watch the Grinch as she wants to do nearly every night! Good night...thank you for the continued prayers.