So I know I said last week that I would explain my little miraculous encounter of a little certain someone. Meet Silas. The sweetest little boy ever. He has quite a story…
Almost three years ago my dear friend Bill died of a brain aneurism. He was due to be married to his sweet fiance Lori that summer. On his death bed, while meeting about his organs to be donated, the option of Bill’s sperm came up. Lori had always wanted a child and so she asked for them to be saved for herself. Almost three years later I attended the birth of this sweet little miracle. It was one of most beautiful, emotional, unbelievable experiences of my life. And he was born on my little Hannah’s birthday too. The funny thing is that Norah and his mama also share a birthday. This little boy, name after the woods where his papa loved to be, is so very beautiful. And his mama? She is the strongest, sweetest, most peaceful woman ever. She is quite amazing.
Last night I stayed with this mama and baby. As I rocked little Silas to sleep, and listened to his mama breathe softly to sleep herself I felt an amazing sense of peace fall over me. I couldn’t help but feel someone else in the room.