Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Sweet E. My boy. You are the epitome of joy.

Sweet E. My boy. You are the epitome of joy. We couldn't have loved you anymore. Nobody could have. You knew you were adored by all. I have no idea why you are gone, only that you are. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. Oh how we love you. Oh how we miss you. I'm so thankful that you are with Jesus. You are with Grandpere and Meme and Granny. But my arms long to hold you. I long for you to be my alarm clock. I long for you to beg for more food, try to keep up with your brother, mess up something your sisters are working on, play with all the loudest toys in history, or plan our whole day around your nap. Anything to see you smile at me, your eyes lock with mine. We love you our son.

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