Michael Patrick

Sweetie,

Today is a tough day for Daddy and me. Two years ago your big brother, Michael Patrick, was born silently into the world. We loved him so much, just like we love you! I know all about how he would have been...much different from you, my little buddy. He would have had very thick black hair like your Daddy's. And he would have been quiet, a little bit contemplative about life. He would have been a great big brother to you. Very patient. Daddy and I would sit around when I was pregnant dreaming about his personality, his little nose, his tiny toes, his smile...so even though we didn't get to spend enough time with him, we still know all of these things in our hearts. Does that make any sense?

It is raining today...it reminds me of a song, "Holes in the Floor of Heaven". It is all about the angels crying tears sometimes, which turn into rain. I think Michael is letting us know he misses us through the raindrops. You have to look for signs and miracles every day. They are out there if you keep your eyes open. We are so lucky to have you here, just you and me and Daddy together while the rain falls.