Two years ago today, at 10:46am, my son was born.

One of the people on a forum I read has this as their sig:

The decision to have a child is to accept that your heart will forever walk about outside of your body.” (Katherine Hadley)

What happens to those of us who made the choice to let our heart outside of ourselves, but whose hearts cannot walk around, can’t talk, can’t be seen? It’s much harder to find your heart this way. There are days when I feel sure that my heart is gone. For two years I’ve been having those days. But then, I remember that 2 years before that I gave part of my heart to someone else for safekeeping, and although her heart is broken and missing sometimes too, she has part of mine to get her through, and I have part of hers. And while it hard to survive on a part of someone eles’s heart, we do. And we know the rest of our hearts, while hard to find sometimes, are as safe as they could ever be.

To those of you who still visit this site from time to time, and those who find their way here, thank you. Even if we don’t know you, or even know about you, it does help to belive that Aiden lives on in the hearts of those he’s touched.

If you feel that you would like to do something to remember Aiden, we ask for birthday presents. Choose a toy, appropriate for a 2 year old boy, and donate it to toys for tots. Somewhere another parent will be able to have a little bit better time of year for their child, and Aiden will live on, in some small measure, in their heart too.

I miss you son.