All I Want For Christmas Is You

Merry Christmas little Hunter!!! I know that Heaven is a wonderful place to spend the holidays, but I really wish you were here with me. It is hard knowing that I will never be able to have memories of you at Christmas time. I can just imagine your sweet face lighting up when you see all of the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree and the house. I would teach you all about the the Savior’s birth and the meaning of Christmas.

The other night as I was sitting on the couch and looking at the Christmas tree, I had a little daydream of you peeking around the corner on Christmas morning to see the gifts underneath the tree. You got the biggest smile on your face and squealed with delight. I picked you up and hugged you tight. Your dad wrapped his arms around us and we had the perfect little moment together with you in our arms. Tears began rolling down my cheeks when I came back to reality and realized that will never happen. There are so many memories that I wanted to make with you. There is only one thing that I want for Christmas. It is you! I want a Christmas miracle. I want to wake up on Christmas morning and have the cutest baby boy underneath my tree, just waiting to be snuggled. I want all of this to be just a bad dream.

I hope you will be nearby on Christmas. I hope I can feel your sweet little spirit. It is going to be a hard day without you. I love you so much baby boy. You are my handsome little man and you will always be my Christmas wish.

Love,

Mom

XOXOXOXOXOXO

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