He's so affectionate and cuddly. Andrea did NOT like to be cuddled. She still doesn't most of the time. Sam, however, loves to be held. He loves to hold my fingers and gently run his hands on my skin as I nurse him. He willingly rests his head against my chest and sleeps when we walk through the grocery store or to the playground. When I kiss his face he almost always smiles a big open-mouthed grin. He giggles when I kiss his neck and threaten to eat his fuzzy ears. He tries to
Years ago, I stood in my bedroom getting ready to leave for work. After I brushed my hair and put on my makeup I turned to leave the room. As I turned I saw a little boy run past me. Startled, I glanced around to spot the intruder, but the room was empty. Though I was unsure how to interpret what had just occurred, I was sure of one thing. There was a male spirit connected to me, and I felt as though it was one of my children. From that moment, I began to long for a son and a chance to meet that spirit again.
When I found out my first pregnancy was a girl I was excited but also a little sad. I wondered how long I'd have to wait for my son. I think that made the miscarriage more difficult because I felt so strongly that baby was a boy. As my body rejected that vessel I became very upset because I was playing the waiting game again and unsure if my wait would lead me into eternity. But the moment Sam was placed in my arms I recognized his spirit and knew I was finally holding that boy that had visited me years before. For the first time since the day before May fourth, I felt whole. He's definitely one of the loves of my life.
Andrea made me a mother, but Sam made me complete