today wyatt would be 11 months old. so hard to believe. i cannot even begin to imagine what he would look like at this stage. when i think of him, he remains a tiny baby. not a little one who is sitting up, learning to walk, and doing all of the things he should be doing. i am sure he would look just like his dad...maybe because i heard that a lot in the hospital. while time is not healing our pain we are continuously finding ways to live with it and occasionally around it. i pray today that our Father in Heaven is doing all of the things with wyatt that i so long to do. i find comfort in knowing that while wyatt is not physically here on earth with us, he is taken care of.
You, my God, are the Rock.
Your works are perfect, and all Your ways are just.