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43 Weeks

Dear Aaron,

Hi peanut! We are getting a nice dose of spring here finally. Tonight I was out in the memorial garden for the first time in a while. The coldness and the snow didn't make it easy for me to get out there. I was waiting to meet daddy at the church and just spent some time sitting there. It's always so peaceful there. Last night I was at Yoga, trying it out for the first time, and at the end we were just doing some quite meditation/prayer time. I was thinking about you and for about 2-3 minutes had the most vivid picture in my mind of you playing. It was so nice. I was just thinking about you and wishing I knew that you were okay and happy and boom...there I was watching you. I love those moments and will treasure them for as long as I can have them. It is so reassuring to me.

Things for the walk are going full steam ahead and I know that you are so proud of "The 'A' Team". I also was told by a certain cousin, that some hats have been knitted in your memory and small iron in labels have been placed in them that say, "Made with love by Aaron's Angels". They are going to send some to Bryn Mawr and some to other NICU's in the area. Such a neat idea. I can't wait until I learn to make those little hats!

This weekend daddy and I are going camping in Grammy and Pop-Pop Young's new camper. It would have been great for you. Lots of room and it would have kept you nice and toasty warm. It should be fun, it only it doesn't rain all weekend. See if you can do something about that would ya ;-)

I love you Aaron!

Always and forever,
Mommy
XOXO

Comments

Anonymous said…
It is comforting just to hear about those glimpses of Aaron. I hope to be so lucky some day to get a glimpse of him.

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