Letter's to Jack

This Blog will be made up of letter's writen to our son Jack , who even though he is not with us physically ,he will always be in hearts. If people would like to make a donation in Jack's name, please make it to The Hospital for Sick Children. Thank You

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Wish you were here

Hi Mr. Twinkle Toes,
I'm sure missing you these days. I look around and wonder where you are. I know you're not here, with Daddy and I the way you should be, but are you that little white butterfly I see in the mornings? are you the breeze that comes up from nowhere and blows my hair around? I wish I could see you, and hear from you where you are, and how you are.
I had one really rough day at work this week, and stayed home to rest the next day, but for the most part, time keeps on going on, and I'm seeming to just roll along with it. Sometimes lately though, I've been singing along to the song in my head, and I smile. I think you'd be cheering me on, while Daddy looks at me and shakes his head (Thanks to Grandpa W. for teaching Daddy the fine art of "Yes Dear")
I love you Baby Boy. I wish you were here.
Love Momma

Monday, September 04, 2006

Summers Over

Well buddy the summers pretty much over and the kids go back to school next week and I guess that means that your old Dad will have to start wearing socks on the weekends again:(


Your Grandma and Grandpa W and your cousin Nolan were up to see us for a visit today. As you probably saw Nolan sure loved to play with the big exercise ball we have in your room (He has a laugh that I imagine your would have sounded alot like). We went to the park and Nolan and Grandpa and your Momma went on a train ride, I think your Grandpa had the most fun.


Here's a picture of me and your Momma and your big cousin Nolan:



I just got thinking tonight it's 2 months until I get my big tattoo on my arm for you. I don't know if I have told you already, but it's gonna be a large bird called a phoenix, it is a mythical sacred firebird that rises from the ashes to live again, that is how I saw you when you were first born, you came out of your momma near death and you fought the fight, you rose from near death to be able to live long enough to open your eyes and see your momma and me, this tattoo is for you my Jack.


It's getting late buddy, I love you for ever and ever always:)



Dad

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Sweet Dreams

Hi Baby Boy, I wonder if where you are, you go to sleep and dream. I wonder if when you dream, you see as clearly in your dreams as I do.
I had a dream last night, there was a snake moving along, and it looked at me, and then I stood up straight and tall and I strarted to step out of myself. It was just like when a nnake sheds its skin. When I stepped out of my old body, I was skinny again, and in shape.
At first I was really upset when I woke up. But then I thought that maybe it was you reaching me through my dreams and telling me that it's ok, and time to let go of my extra weight and belly, that doesn' mean I'm letting go of you.
I'm going to do well this week, eat healthy and keep walking. Every step I take makes me think of getting stronger and healthier, for you, I want you to see me and smile, and know that your Momma is doing Ok.
I love you to the moon and back my Baby Boy.
Sweet Dreams
Love Momma