Twenty-two years ago today I was pregnant with my first child. Only I knew and I would keep my secret until Christmas morning.
Twenty-two years ago today my parents lost their third child, their second son. The son who was too tiny and too sick at birth but fought and survived to graduate, work and marry the light of his life. Three months later he was taken away from us.
How different would our lives be today if he had lived?
I love you and miss you.