I missed you on your due date.  It came and it went and nobody knew how badly I just wanted to take your one ultrasound picture and curl up with you on the bed.  I will always wonder if you had blue eyes like your daddy, or brown eyes like your mommy.  Would you have been short like me?  Or maybe you would have been born with a Rubik’s cube in your hand like your daddy?

We wanted you for so long.  You were our miracle, and I don’t understand why God gave you to us just long enough to take you away again.

I will never forget you, I remember every single time I see my scar.  At first I thought having such a big, obvious reminder would upset me every day, and sometimes it does.  But I never have to worry about losing your memory, because I carry you with me everywhere I go…in my heart and on my stomach.

We called you Samuel because we asked the Lord for you, but he asked for you back. And we still don’t know what we were supposed to learn from you, but you can bet we’ll learn it so we can always look back on what you taught us.

I love you.  We miss you.

Mommy

I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him.  So now I give him to the Lord.

For his whole life, he will be given over to the Lord.

1 Sam 1:27-28