I carried you for 34 weeks, until God called you home and I held your body in my arms.
You had perfect lips, designed for saying your first words. You had perfect hands, molded for holding ours as we would swing you. You had perfect feet, meant to be walked down the aisle by your father one day. Instead, we held you for 21 hours. Family and close friends visited, we prayed, and the next day I left the hospital empty handed.
Kassidy, although your time on earth with us was too short, we love and appreciate your presence in our lives. We've learned so much about life and death, what is important and what has little meaning in the big picture. We love you.
