I’ve always felt as though I was extremely blessed to have such an amazing family. I am so close to them that I know when I feel pain, they do too. Drew and I were so excited to start our own family together that we could hardly contain our excitement. I was so excited to see him be a dad, because I know he was going to be so good at it. Sometimes I would envision him changing his first diaper or reading a story to our expecting bundle. Once we found out it was a boy, I couldn’t help but imagine him watching football, fishing, and playing catch together. I hoped that Jonah would have his daddy’s blue eyes, his beautiful smile and I knew that he would have his daddy’s heart. I knew he would be kind, thoughtful, and caring – just like his daddy. I envisioned Jonah to be a smaller version of Drew.
The early morning hours of the day Jonah was born, I got to see Drew be a daddy for the first time. I got to see him hold and rock our Jonah. He talked to him and told him how much he loved him.
Drew is still a daddy, just like I’m still a mommy. Together we still visit Jonah’s grave and tell him stories like we would if we were still holding him now. We tell him how special he is and how much we love him. We would give anything to have him here with us and to be in our arms now.