Memories

I may not have the memories of holding my little boy, of hearing his heart beat, or seeing his perfect toes. I cannot remember back to what color his hair is, or the look on his daddy's face when he first held him. I'll never be able to tell you the delicate smell of his hair, or the softness of his skin.

But I do have the memories of the first and only ultrasound, David telling him stories, the special look David gave me when I carried his baby boy. That special feeling of having Daniel safe inside my womb.

These memories mean just as much if not more to me as yours do to you.

♥ Daniel ♥