8/11/18 *Edited
Some days the reminders still take my breath away. Searching for a specific item I misplaced, I opened a little box of baby mementos. I wasn't ready to see the tiny hand and foot prints that sat at the top of the box. My baby boy was so very tiny. His hands were barely over an inch long when he was born and his tiny footprint looked like it belongs to a doll. I picked up his micro-preemie diaper and it fit in the palm of my hand. It was big on him.
I look at his bright and inquisitive eyes, his little boy hands and growing feet and still cannot believe that he came in such a tiny, fragile package. But he was so strong. He's still so strong.
Some days the reminders still take my breath away. Searching for a specific item I misplaced, I opened a little box of baby mementos. I wasn't ready to see the tiny hand and foot prints that sat at the top of the box. My baby boy was so very tiny. His hands were barely over an inch long when he was born and his tiny footprint looked like it belongs to a doll. I picked up his micro-preemie diaper and it fit in the palm of my hand. It was big on him.
I look at his bright and inquisitive eyes, his little boy hands and growing feet and still cannot believe that he came in such a tiny, fragile package. But he was so strong. He's still so strong.
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