My soul aches for the mommies who are missing their babies. At least I have my wonderful baby boy. At least I have him to hold, to snuggle, to kiss, to chase, to laugh with, to wonder at. He is healthy, he is beautiful, and he is mine. The birth was not ideal, we were separated for so long, and of course I made mistakes and have regrets, but I still have my son. Thank God for that.
Sparrow and his Papa (my dad)