Missing My Boy

Here is our latest picture of Kenneth. He looks so happy here. But my heart is breaking. Here is a current photo of my child and I can't hold him. I've never heard his voice, his laugh, or his accent. I've never touched him or held him on my lap while I read him a book. I've never seen him run or play football (soccer). I've never seen him eat or watch him sleep at night. I've never watched him brush his teeth or help him get ready for bed. I've never comforted him when he was sick or hurting. I've never had just the right words to say when he has been sad or tickled him and listened to him giggle uncontrollably. I've never listened to his prayers or heard him sing. But here is where my hope lies. I know that in the very near future I will be holding my little one. No, I don't know when, but God does and right now that is all I need to know. I figure that the creator of the universe can handle this. My job is to keep leaning on him in prayer and keep trusting him each step of the way. Until then, keep smiling, Kenneth. Mommy and Daddy will be there soon.