I'm going to bed. And I'm getting Owen out of his crib. And putting him in bed with me. I'm going to sleep with him next to me, touching my skin. Because I can. And because three years ago tonight, I had to go to bed without my baby next to me, but a brand new baby blanket instead. Because I had to. And it was a feeling I will never, ever, Ever forget. I still sleep with that blanket, though it's not new anymore, next to my cheek exactly like I did that tragic, heart-wrenching night.
Thank you Owen, for being here. Thank you Chase, for sending him to us. Thank you God, for all my children. And my husband. Thank you.