23 days.
I had one of the most handsome sons in my life for 23 days. I miss him. That is the biggest understatement of the century. My body aches for him. My arms feel empty. My heart is broken. But with God, I can overcome anything. It may take time. Lots of it. I know it will take time to work through these emotions. It's hard to type this because I feel so many mixed emotions. I'm glad Liam is home with Jesus, in no more pain. I'm selfish and want him back here. I'm confused as to why I had him early. Mad that my body couldn't just hold on to him in there longer. Jealous of those who are still pregnant. Guilty that I feel jealous. I'm wondering if we made the right decision or if we let go too soon. I'm unsure if all these feelings betray my faith in God's plan for our life. I want to hold him more. Kiss his soft hairy, tiny head. Feel his little fingers grip mine, because when I finally got to hold him today, he just wouldn't let go of my fin