I remember the day you were born, and Dan and I looked at you in the nursery, you were turning a beautiful pink. When Dan went to Switzerland to gig, I stayed with you helping Lisa. We would put you on her bed and be on each side of you, looking at you, amazed by your beauty and the magic that a baby brings - the miracle of life. You loved books, and even as a baby, would know to turn it right side up, and we would read and act out the story. I would take you to the playground, put you on the swings and sing songs to you. We would draw with sticks in the dirt. You loved holding things in your hand, be it a stick or toy. I loved to babysit and would structure your day with outside play time, reading, visiting Mom at work. This is so hard to share...my times with you were/ are/ will always be precious, and this path of living with this enormous loss seems impossible...I share this story with a huge heart ache. Peace to you my love, Eric.