read Scripture and cried while the dawn peeked through the blinds of my bedroom window.
and I can't wait to be all those things too, but this world hurts a whole lot more without his smiling face and deep belly laughs.
Sometimes I think I'm dying from lack of air or going straight into a heart attack my chest hurts so much.
The spot he held in my heart, he still holds. Even though all my friends continue to get married and have the most adorable children, no one touches the place Avery lives. They remind me of him, sometimes, which is so very bittersweet.
I really only knew the 4 month old version of him, the older version I knew through countless pictures and videos.
in joy and in sorrow, in life and in death, in plenty and in want, I've known more love of Jesus
by knowing a little boy named Avery than I would have ever dreamed.