Today has been 5 months since I last held or touched my baby. 5 months since I last heard his cry or saw him smile. 5 months without the smell of his hair or the softness of his skin.
Tomorrow would be his 1st birthday, a bittersweet day for us. Sloan came earth-side two weeks early and in grand fashion, born only 45 minutes after we were admitted. He did everything that way- quickly and early. In his short 7 months with us, we heard him coo mama, saw him crawl, stand on his own, and even walk. We are so thankful for those early firsts he gave us.
His beautiful honey brown eyes captured anyone who gave him a passing glance, and his smile could light up a room. Even strangers would comment about the aura he exuded- as if he had wisdom far beyond his age and ability.
Sloan knew something we didn’t. He would go on to do great things after he was gone, giving purpose even in tragedy. Death took his body. But oh, how beautifully he has lived.