It is hard for my mind to comprehend that a year has passed since the most difficult day of my life, yet in other ways it has been forever since I have beheld the sweet smiles and hugs of our precious boy. The sorrow "might" not be as deep and obvious as those first days and months following his death, but there has still not been a day that has gone by when he has not been constantly on my mind. My heart still aches and , selfishly, I want him back! God has his reasons for denying us the miracle so many prayed for on that cold day in February...he chose to take our boy to him, instead. Our family must need a Saint in heaven on our side very much...that is the only miracle that is better than the one we prayed so diligently for...but that doesn't keep my heart from hurting.
