3 years ago today. I held my first born in my arms knowing he wasn't coming home with me.
"5 more minutes.." That's all I wanted to ask the doctor for.. was 5 more minutes. But I couldn't open up my mouth. So I never got those 5 more minutes. Thats my fault. 5 more minutes I just wanted to hold you, I didn't want to let you go. So small and fragile and loveable.
