His Shirt

I got to see my boy again today.

His little body was cold but still precious to his mom.

Being so small we had nothing more than the blanket that I had made to bury him in.

All my kids have a blanket from their mom so before he was born I made two, 

one to bury him in and one for me to keep.

He used both in the hospital.

The problem is I really do not sew.

But my cousin Kristy does.  She is amazing.

Last night I got the best gift from her.

She overnighted a little shirt for him to be buried in.

It was even embroidered with his initials.

I cried. 

It's exactly what I would have made for him if I could sew,

a white little shirt because our color for Mikey is white since he is our angel.

Because of this beautiful gift I got to hold my son again today.

Very gently I dressed his little body in his cute little shirt,

a perfect fit.

Then I held him, hugged him like he hugged me,

told him I loved him 

and with a kiss on his little soft spot promised him that one day I would see him again.