I'm reading your story little darling and even though we never met, I love you. I sit here and weep remembering your nineteen days on earth. Sad tears come from my love for your parents and the knowledge that every day of their lives they will miss the things they did not get with you.
I cry happy tears because I know you are in paradise with Jesus and carry a joy that none of us on earth will ever know.
Your Daddy's words about you go deep and forever inside me and I love that they are now being planted into new hearts from the pages of your book.
Has Jesus told you just how much your little life mattered?
Can you see your family from heaven? Do you laugh along with Noah and Mia? Can you feel Christians excitement as he accomplishes each new thing?
Your Mommy is so beautiful, isn't she? Stunning really. Inside and out. And your Daddy? Well...he's one for the record books. A special one indeed. I know you must be so so proud.
I really love three-year-old boys and selfishly wish you could come to my house and play with Reed. He's three too, you know. The two of you would probably jump and chase and make me laugh and crazy all at the same time.
Your Mommy and Daddy suffered greatly over you, but they suffered beautifully too. Did you get a glimpse of the glory God received on earth from your too-short life little man? Ask Jesus about it on your next walk with him. I bet he smiles when you do. And pay attention, because there's more on the way.
Your life was a gift to the world for God's glory, Samuel Parkins, and He is not done with it yet.
I'll meet you one day...and when I do...I'll hug you tight. And it will be deep and long and full of great love.