When I think of Ethan I think of the hugs that he gave. Big, huge, tight, squeezing cuddles. He would wrap his arms around your neck and squeeze so tight, sometimes not wanting to let go for a good while.
I miss those hugs from my baby boy.
I think of the hugs I could of had in the short amount of time we were together. The times I had to cut short one of his long hugs as I was "Busy" cooking dinner, doing the washing, had stuff to do.
The cuddles I could have sneaked in when he was asleep but I was too afraid of waking him.
The cuddles that I could have had when he asked to be picked up but I wanted him to go asleep and knew that picking him would mean he would stay awake until very late.
I wish I had every one of those cuddles now.
I think of my last cuddle, when I laid on his bed at the EACH hospice and placed my arms around before I placed him in his casket.
If I could have just one more chance to see my beautiful little boy again, I would hold him tight in my arms, and let him put his arms around my neck and I would hold him forever more.
I miss those hugs from my baby boy.
I think of the hugs I could of had in the short amount of time we were together. The times I had to cut short one of his long hugs as I was "Busy" cooking dinner, doing the washing, had stuff to do.
The cuddles I could have sneaked in when he was asleep but I was too afraid of waking him.
The cuddles that I could have had when he asked to be picked up but I wanted him to go asleep and knew that picking him would mean he would stay awake until very late.
I wish I had every one of those cuddles now.
I think of my last cuddle, when I laid on his bed at the EACH hospice and placed my arms around before I placed him in his casket.
If I could have just one more chance to see my beautiful little boy again, I would hold him tight in my arms, and let him put his arms around my neck and I would hold him forever more.