You are loved.

Will,

You are loved. Regardless of the days, weeks, months or years that await you, if there is one thing that I can give you, it is the knowledge that you are loved. Loved by us. Loved by friends and family. Loved by God. Friday night we shared your story publicly, in hopes that our friends and extended family could get to know you sooner since your physical presence with us may be short. Not even 24 hours later, you had a visitor.

My godparents drove 4 hours from Omaha for a short 20 minute visit before driving the long 4 hours back. 8 hrs. of driving, so that they could let you know you are loved and prayed for. They brought healing water from Lourdes, France which has been attributed to over 70 miracles, along with a special rosary blessed by Pope John Paul II and a 54 day Novena for miracles. 8 hours, on the spur of the moment, because you are loved.

Your next visitor, Megan, came having made you your first blanket. Additionally, she made blankets for each of the girls and that night it was as if we were all wrapped in warmth, security, and prayers as we snuggled in her love for you. She has yet to even meet you, yet you have left a piece of your heart with her forever.

St. Gerard now graces my pocket each day, the patron saint of expectant mothers and their unborn children. Another token of love for you as we continue our journey. Accompanied by the most heartfelt prayers and hugs that I have ever experienced, and a beautiful story of how Dylan was not supposed to live and how his mom continued to carry him and care for him to a completely healthy birth. Nothing short of a miracle, and his prayers and love are now with you.

I could go on and on. From some of the simplest yet most thoughtful cards, -- "On this very day - you were remembered. You were prayed for. You were celebrated."  -- to the unknown prayers that we can feel, but will never know who to truly thank. So many stories of life and loss and the profound impact that each have had on this world. You, my sweet boy, are loved. I hope each night you drift off to sleep listening to the sweet voices of your sisters praying the rosary for you. A friend of mine said she thinks God hears children's voices just a little bit louder than adults when they pray, and I like to think she is right.