And me? Well, I don't know how cool I am, but I think I do pretty well in the loving department. You would be -- you ARE -- so loved, little fighter. I would have loved to have had more than 12 hours to rock you, hold you, sing to you. If it would have kept you close to me, I'd have gladly stayed 6 months pregnant forever.
As each day passes, you become more real to me. Your absence is felt more profoundly. You are missing from our home. You are missing from my arms.
You are gone, but you are anything but forgotten.
Happy one month birthday, baby boy.
I love you so.