"An angel in the book of life wrote down my baby's birth. Then whispered as she closed the book "Too beautiful for earth".
Every day it follows me. The deep longing to hold my little Caleb. To feel the weight of him within my arms, the perfect way he fits just so. I only had the chance of holding him once while he was alive. But it's just this feeling... missing him so much and knowing that I will never hold him again. I remember the weight of a car seat, making your arms tiresome after holding it for periods of time. The rocking of my arms to soothe cries, the motions you go through to keep your baby content. I want that.