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too precious to miss

yesterday, i heard a terrible story about a family who were in a car accident at christmas time. both parents were very badly injured, their three-year-old son was mildly injured, and their 18-month-old son was killed. i cried. i cried so hard and my heart hurts so much. their son colum was a precious little tow-headed boy like john. and only three weeks younger than my little man. (if you would like to read their inspiring and heartrending story, click here.)

and as i finished reading their blog, all i wanted to do was pick up my john john and hug him and smell him and feel his warm little wiggly body and hear him say "momma" fifty-two times on the drive home.

and i had an epiphany. THAT is why i started this blog. to capture those moments, those smiles, those smells, those words. to have some kind of tangible proof of who my bug was when he was small. and, good lord willing, i will still have him when he is big, but oh, how precious that documentation will be.

and with that ... i think i found my blogging muse again. (again.) (for the ninth or tenth time, sure, but still.)

rest in peace, colum. thank you for a torturous reminder of how precious, how full of joy, and how amazing it is to be john's mom.
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valerie said…
You know, this makes me wonder if Colum's carseat was forward-facing before age two and that's why he didn't survive but his sibling did? His poor family.
January 31, 2012 at 1:04 PM
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