It’s the simple things, always.
Through simple acts, we show our love. And this is how I know Emerson is loved, beyond words.
Walks are taken, food is lovingly prepared, baths are run, bodies are washed and stories are read…
Kisses are placed all over and finally, sleep comes.
Emerson rests, while unknowingly, his parents speak with gratitude for his life in theirs.
