Hope you are up there singing and dancing with all the angels in heaven Gabriel. I survived Christmas much better than I thought I would, but it's still so difficult to be sitting there without a belly. I know I need to take each day for what it is, not what it is supposed to be, but it's hard. (I learned that from a girl on a message board that has helped me through all of this). I couldn't help but wonder how you should have been 8 months old next Christmas. How much fun you and Andy would have opening up presents next year. I wondered what outfits I'd buy you next year to coordinate with one another. You dont need clothes or presents, you are in Jesus arm's now, and none of this mundane stuff matters.
I know people dont understand, but it hurts so bad when they mention the day we have a son, or just wait til you have a boy. I just want to scream to the world that I had a baby boy, that he was such a perfect boy he was too good for this world. I love you very much Gabe, and we will never forget you, and we will forever count you as our first son.
Merry Christmas son.
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