Sadly, Aidan was not under my tree, nor was he babbling away in his room. Our house was quiet. His room is empty.
He is gone. Not coming back. Not even the magic of Christmas could counteract that.
But, I'm pleased to report that not all was lost. Santa did bring me this:
As much as I miss Aidan and wish this was his first Christmas here with us, I cannot go back. I can only hold on tight to his memory and pray that this new little life blossoms into someone healthy and happy and wonderful and alive. Keep the faith that maybe this time will be a little less scary and sad and filled with a little more hope and joy.
So, today my husband and I feel a little like this:
I hope this day was not as hard as you expected, and maybe even filled with some peace and joy.