It is getting harder and harder. Each night my wife and I visit my son, hold him for about an hour and a half, sing a praise song, lift him up to God in prayer, give him some kisses, push the down button on the elevator and 15 min. later we are way too far away from the hospital. We leave our precious little boy laying in a clear plastic crib, with tubes coming out of every hole, yawning as big as his little mouth can handle.

He is the most perfect little boy. There is nothing on earth that would pull me away from the fact that my Father in heaven is the creator of our son. He has blessed us with the most wonderful gift I could ever imagine. Words cannot describe it.

All I want is to take him home. We are learning, though it's hard to admit, a valuble lesson in patience. Prayers are much appreciated and always welcome. God is not finished making His name great and we are so excited to see what His plans are for the next few days, weeks and years, if He decides to give us more time on earth.

Praise God! He is glorious beyond description! I will praise His name all of my days!