Today would've been my due date. Today I would've held my baby boy, seen his father smile at his first son. His real name wouldn't have been Malachi--that's his angel name.
Because we're on vacation, the date crept up on me. But then the realization hit. DH says it's ok, nothing to be sad about, because we have another one on the way. That doesn't take this pain away. I simply think, I can't go through that type of loss again. This baby has to be ours.
So my dear Malachi, as you are up there looking down on us, know that your mommy and daddy love you. Watch over your brother or sister. We wish we could've met you, held you, looked into your eyes and kissed your little hands. Our little angel, too good for earth.
Happy angel birthday, my Malachi.
Repeat: Cold Peace
7 hours ago
1 comment:
Happy birthday, dear little angel. Aunt Dee loved you from the moment that she heard about you.
Prayers for you, J, and for Baby Bickerstaff. Love you!
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