My memories and significant dates of Hunter start in the fall and continue until the summer. I found out I was pregnant in the fall, we had our first ultrasound in early winter. I felt his first movements and found out he was a boy in the winter. My water broke in the heart of winter, and he was born towards the end.
Spring, what has always been my favourite time of the year. The dreariness of winter lifts and the smells of spring flowers are in the air. Spring now marks the only time I had on this earth with my baby boy. It holds the memories of the time I spent with Hunter. Time that I would do anything to go back to. It is the season that brings me the most joy and the most sadness. It is the time of year I welcomed and said goodbye to my precious son.
My Little Acorn 