Sunday, January 20, 2013


I honestly can't envision a time in my life from this point going forward that I wont think of those 20 babies when I put my son to bed each night.  Their faces float through my mind as I read his story, tuck in his blankets and while I rub his back.  I have this small hope that they are in some way, listening in as I read.  That they can hear me mentally telling them goodnight along side my baby.  I hope that they can hear all of the millions of people that are thinking of them each day and night.  I know I'm not alone in doing this. 

I just miss them.  And I didn't even know them. 


  1. Right there with you Lindsay. I have 20 preschoolers and every day I look into their little faces and am reminded how fragile life is. And how I just can't hug them enough.

  2. Annnd cue more tears. xo They will never be forgotten.