The first time I held you in my arms I also held so much hope:
That you and your brother and sister would run through my house and drive me crazy (times three) for the next 18 years or so.
That you and Levi would get to play pranks on everyone to see who could tell you apart.
That you and all of your brothers and sisters could grow up happy and know the love of a large family.
That I would soon learn if yours and Levi's hair was going to stay as red as the fuzz on your heads at birth.
That one day I would be able to hear you speak, see you walk and teach you to ride a bike.
The first time I held you in my arms I also held so much hope... Hope that the doctors were wrong, and that the first time I held you was not also going to be the last...
But it was the last. I held you and had to let you go. I know you're whole now, I know you're watching over us. I hope you know how much I love you. How much I miss you. How much I wish you were here.
I love you Little Eric, my angel in Heven. I love you and miss you so much... One month was just not enough.
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