This is a chronicle of my journey through birth, death, and adoption. This is where I rest when the road gets too long and lonely.
Monday, January 18, 2010
I am saddened by how little material things are attached to my son. They all fit in a small box. I asked my friends to create some memories for his box by taking a picture with his name in it when they went somewhere beautiful. I got this back the next day. If you look closely you can see the nose of a manatee that was swimming in under the dock.