That moment we first feel them move.
Those agonizing minutes, fretful hours as we labor them here.
Those tear-filled nights when we worry and wish over their sleeping forms.
That moment when you get the call, that news, those words that tell you hope is gone.
That golden time spent holding a tiny hand, still warm, but not for long.
Feeling his life slip away as he lets go of your hand and takes the hand of God.
There is no levity in this world this week, little joy. This blogger fails to find any funny thing anywhere in the world right now.
I'm so sorry, Nicole! Words just can't describe how we feel for what you and your family are going through right now! You have my cell phone number. Use it ANYtime!