I wanted to hold him.
I wanted to see what she looked like.
I wanted to feel the warmth of his body.
I wanted to compare what she looked like to MK.
I looked forward to putting her in MK's outfits to compare similarities/differences.
I wanted to see MK love on him like she does her baby dolls.
I looked forward to seeing them play together.
I would have melted at seeing Roger love, care, and sacrifice for this baby.
I wanted to sing to him.
I would have taken lots of newborn photographs.
These are just some of the many thoughts filling my head.
But for reasons I don't know or understand, I miscarried. 15-20% of pregnancies end in miscarriages. As common as this is, it doesn't take away from the uniqueness of the sorrow. I will never forget yesterday, this hurt, or this child.
Just because these babies have seen better days, don't think MK doesn't shower them with as many kisses as the others. She knows it's the inside that counts.
I didn't remember mom buying us this many Cabbage Patch Dolls, but my sister (with the unmatched memory) informed me earlier that these are not the "real" Cabbage Patch dolls--"they have different noses". Grandma Essie made us these look alike dolls as well as baby beds for each one to go in. 
Merry Christmas and safe travels to everyone over the next week. We love you all--family and friends-- and have been very thankful for your prayers, calls, emails, and texts this week.
Today was a BEAUTIFUL day! We decided that we all needed to go out and enjoy some fresh air.
I always call on Grandma when it comes to taking MK's pictures. She's the best about getting smiles. I wanted to get some Christmas pictures of MK this afternoon and look what I got---a treasure! I love so much about this photograph! I love the way MK is looking up at Grandma. I love Grandma's hands in the picture. Not only do I love how it shows her reaching out to MK, but I love how it shows her hands. My mom always jokes about how she was told by a co-worker that she had beautiful hands. They aren't "magazine" hands, but hands of character and hard work. Her hands to me are a picture of love and sacrifice. And in summary, that's what I feel this picture is...LOVE
