5th Year Anniversary

Today is the 5 year anniversary of our son Samuel's birth/death. It is still hard-not as hard as it was 5 years ago, but hard nonetheless. Today is always a very lonely day for me. Losing a child is always hard whether it is at 5 weeks gestation or 50 years old (I would imagine). No parent should ever, ever have to bury their child. But unfortunately, that is what we did. The hard part for me is that many, many people don't consider losses of fetuses or premature infants loss. Isn't that sick? It makes me so mad. True-I only knew my Samuel in my womb. But boy did I know him. I know that he kicked harder than any of my other children. I know that he did not like ANY food that I put into my system except for soup. So...thanks to Samuel I am now a soup lover. I know that he was beautiful & had chubby cheeks. How can you have chubby cheeks when you weigh 1 lb 9 oz? He got my chubby cheeks. I know that I miss him & I feel so robbed that I didn't get to know him more. Someday, I will get to hold him & love him. I cannot wait for him to greet me in heaven. He is the lucky one-to be with Jesus. Someday, Someday...