His little giggle was contagious as he asked me questions about my boyfriend, ("Dad of course") and he thought it was so funny that one of my favorite toys was to play dress up. Then he got serious and says, "Mom, you had a baby that died in your stomach." I as shocked. I haven't sat down with him and talked about my miscarriage (at 11 1/2 weeks) to him. None of the kids even knew that I got pregnant. Who told you that? How did you know? "I am just figuring it out," was his reply. We talked a few minutes and he gave me great insight into his own little mind. He was sure that this is the reason I was sad sometimes and that this time it was a baby girl that died. He put his arms around me and held me tight and then said, love you mom good night.
I am so blessed to have my children. Love you Jared.



















