Sometimes, I really miss the babies that we never held in our arms.
I wonder what they'd be like, what personalities they would have. I wonder how they would be like their brother and how they'd be different.
I am so grateful for my son (and now, my daughter, too). I know we were meant to have him, just as he is. There is not a day that goes by that I do not thank God for all that we have been blessed with and for what we are being blessed with in the future.
But sometimes, I do think about the others. And wish we could have had them, too.