Monday, April 14, 2014


Last night, I had a dream that Owen was alive in a hospital. I found out where he was, and we were so excited to see each other! I picked him up into a hug and took him to buy socks because his feet were cold.

 He was the same age he was when he died, and I was able to have Josh and Marissa play with him.

The best part was holding him. It's been SO LONG since I have been able to hold him, and kiss his little bald head!

Man, I miss my son...