I was never a huge fan of the term 'rainbow baby.' It's not that I minded it, or disliked it, I just felt kind of stupid using it myself.
But now...I just can't think of a better representation of what you mean to me. My rainbow after the storm. The light of my light. A reminder that things always get better.
A blog reader named Liz and her mom sent us the most amazing sweater right around the time you were born. Not only is it rainbow-colored, the buttons have little trees on them in honor of your big sister Stevie. I am obsessed with it.
People who don't know us see you in it and say things like, "oh how cute! A little amazing technicolored dreamcoat!" or just "that sweater rocks." And it does, but it is so much more than that. Not only to I love that it's the perfect sweater for my sweet little rainbow baby, I love that it was made with love by someone who knows about both of my babies. Liz (and Liz's Mum!)--thank you so very much for such a special and thoughtful gift. I can't tell you how much it means to me.
I love you so much, baby boy. You have brought so much joy and pure happiness into my life with those chubby little cheeks and those big blue eyes.