Holding my son..

Every day I wake up with the same image in my head. I wake up and remember how it felt to hold my son during my first visit to him after he was born. I see him laughing and looking into my eyes. I see him so peacefully existing. I see myself doing all of the things I had waited months to do. Every second of my time was spent taking in every breath, movement, noise and smile. He smiles more then I have ever seen before; I like to think he gets that from me! >

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