Jude would have turned eighteen months today.
There are so many things I am missing about him tonight.
I miss the way he smelled
and his sweet little tape-covered cheek when I kissed it.
I miss the way his fingers squeezed mine
and his beautiful, beautiful eyes.
I miss how he loved his back rubbed
and the angry face he made when the nurses did something he didn't like.
I miss how he fell asleep so peacefully when we were holding him.
I can still feel the weight of my baby in my arms.
I so look forward to the day when I get to hold him again.
Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights,
who does not change like shifting shadows.