he would have been two today.


you can barely see him, i know, in this photo. he was small, just a bit over two pounds…and the lights were glaring, and the tubes got in the way of the camera. but his little hand was curled around my finger. he squeezed. i sang to him. we told him he was wanted, and we told him he was loved.  he opened one eye, just once, just a flicker.  i like to believe he knew we were there, that there was comfort for him, in our arms.  i like to believe.

he had his father’s hands. and when i close my eyes, i can still feel those tiny fingers on my own.

i am grateful. for every second.

happy birthday, little Finn. your mama and daddy love you, forever.