Dear Judah
As I roll over in the early morning hours, with your little crocheted blanket that was wrapped around your tiny body tucked close to me, I look at your Daddy. In the dark shadows of his face, I can actually see your face, and behind him I see your stuffed animal sitting on his nightstand (he says it brings him comfort). You looked so much like your Daddy; you had his nose and his curled lips. I bet you would have even had his green eyes. Our first morning after sleeping at home, I was half asleep and that was the first time I saw your face when looking at your Daddy’s. I reached over and placed my hand on his face thinking it was you and was quickly brought to reality when I felt his beard. I lay there and cried as I kept rubbing his face, only to have him wake up crying as well. We then just held each other close and cried as we talked about how much we already missed you. We missed you the moment the nurse told us you went on to Heaven. The morning you were born came so ...