To Tegan, my son...
I have never been so proud of you as I am today. You have been Kelley's rock these past weeks, her comfort, someone she could cry with, the one person who understands her hopes and fears. You are a good man. I wish I could hug you in person. I am sorry you have to go through this experience. I love you very much.
To Kelley Marie,
I am also very proud of you. You faced your fears this week with an open heart. The ups and the downs, one minute, one day at a time, even though you were so scared. I found this poem I wanted to share with you.
Tiny Footprints On A Mother's Heart
When a baby arrives,
be it for a day, a week, a month, a year or more,
or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment-
the fragile spark of a tender soul
the secret swell of a new pregnancy
the goldfish flutter known only to you-
you are unmistakeningly changed...
the tiny footprints left behind on your heart
bespeak your name as Mother.
I am truly sorry that I cannot hold you, and hug you right now, and I am sorry that you have to know this sorrow. I love you.