I have started writing this no less than 7 or 8 times by now. And I start… erase… start again. My words just don’t seem worthy and then there are times when I am speechless. I will do the best that I can. This is the hardest post I have ever written.
So let’s start with you. You, my itty bitty love, are spectacular. From the swoon worthy mop of hair that makes everybody smile to those long toes- you are the picture of perfection. Never in my life have I touched cheeks so smooth or saw such a small person make such a big impression. I had a really great time creating family images with you at the very center of all of this love.
I know you went to be with the Lord this week. The very thought of it takes my breath away. I write this through thick tears and through a heart that is broken for your family and for their loss. But I know you- and I know that this is not a story of loss. It is a story of triumph.
From day one you have defied the odds. You have touched and healed so many lives in the process. Not only your family, but you have stolen the hearts of your doctors & nurses, countless people who ‘met’ you through pictures and status updates and of your photographer.
You are a story of God’s grace and the beautiful gifts that He gives.
God doesn’t make mistakes.
I know that He will take care of your mom and dad… He knows the grief of losing a son too. But please know, Aayden, that you are very alive in our hearts and that your story will live on in our lives. My prayer is that we will be a little gentler, kinder and more loving after our lives were touched by you. Thank you sweet boy for showing us what it really means to live.
We will see you and hold you again so soon.