He came into this world surrounded by family, and every ounce of love and support this world could possibly have to offer.
He was perfect.
He was, and always will be... my hero.
My little fighter grew for me in his last two weeks, going from 2 lb 10 oz, all the way up to 4 lb 8 oz. I’m so proud of him!
We knew our time would be short, but Tommy lived his best life for a glorious 37 weeks and 3 days, as I carried him. How he loved to kick me, and hide. Hiding was his favorite!
We watched our favorite Disney movies. We saw Christmas lights and decorated his Christmas tree together. I snuck him into some movies, and we took some road trips together.
His favorite outing, was when his Mema and I snuck him into the Elton John concert. Followed by midnight pizza, and meeting Santa Clause the next day!
He was a regular contributor to our daily conversations. Making us giggle, and keeping us on our toes.
His nights were a bedtime story with me, a fist pump with Popo, and prayer time with Mema. Then she’d sing him “Ruu Ruu”, which ensured he had the sweetest dreams.
When he was ready... he went back home. Where he can play, and love, and be loved for all eternity. No pain. No limitations.
It is there, where we will one day meet again.
Tommy was, and will always be... love. In the purest form.
Hakuna Matata, Sweet Pea.
We love you, baby.
Mommy’s got this.
