Dear Fisher went home to live with his Heavenly Father yesterday. When I realized he was going, I begged him not to go yet. Even so, I feel so lucky he was able to be with us as long as he was. I didn't think I'd be bringing him home from the hospital. But I did. In those few short days we were enveloped in a love I had never felt before. Those fleeting moments he was with us are so precious to me.
He was a happy baby. He never cried, but he snorted, squeaked, cooed and even laughed. He slept so peacefully most of the time. It was a joy just to behold him.
When I gave him his only bath, I loved him more than I ever new I could. When I clipped his nails I knew it would probably be the first and last time I'd have a chance to do it. Each time I changed his diaper I felt so lucky to be caring for him. When I fed him, he'd open his eyes as wide as he could. I loved watching his brothers cradle him so tenderly in their arms. Love shone in their faces as they looked at him. I loved his daddy even more as I watched him cuddle with little Fisher.
I am grateful to the friends and family who came to share their love with Fisher. My house was a house full of joy because of Fisher and because of all who loved him too.