Another year has gone by and today our Aiden James would have been three years old. I never know what feelings January 19th is going to bring about. I've felt sorrow, emptiness, and hurt but I've also felt thankful, strong, and courageous. It is such an odd mix of emotions making it hard to describe. Of course, this day was devastating but it was also a day that we got to hold our son before having to let him go. This day was the closest thing we had to a mere glimpse of what heaven might hold; a hope that as we enter the gates of heaven we will once again be able to embrace our family members and that we will get to worship our Lord together for the rest of eternity.

They say that when you have a baby, that the mother will live the rest of her life with cells in her body that are not her own, but her baby's. What a beautiful reminder of the love and growth that took place inside of us. Stillbirth and miscarriage, the loss of a child in general can be traumatic, but no matter how long our little blessings were with us, God has made them forever a part of who we are.

God bless,