It was taken the morning after my youngest was born and it captures the moment when my daughters met for the first time.
I was tired and aching yet my heart burst with love to see how delighted my elder daughter was to meet her little sister. After all those months of waiting, our baby was finally here!
Can you see my son? He was there too.
He was there when my daughter asked “Do we get to take this baby home?”
He was there when we walked down the corridor to the hospital fundraising board for a family group photo next to his memorial balloon.
He sits between my girls. I keep him with me at all times: a tiny heart, close to my heart.
I tell my daughter that he died but is still part of our family. We love him with our hearts, think of him with our minds, and look at his photograph to remember.
I love this photograph: a picture of me with my three children.