10/05/2026
Baby Jeremias, I'm not sure why sometimes a baby's name will just be on my heart. Maybe it's because doing this work we are so deeply connected. Maybe it's because your momma needs to hear your name or see your photos today. Maybe it's just because someone else needed to not feel alone. Today Jeremias, your name and story are on my heart.
July 16th, I walked into another room. A room I had no clue what I would be walking into. Other than a room with a grieving family, and a sweet boy who was born sleeping.
Your momma was sitting there waiting for us to come take your photos. When we walked into the room, I could feel the love.
You were laying so sweetly in your bassinet. Someone had dressed you and swaddled you, and I remember thinking about those clothes, that sweet little swaddle and matching hat that had sports all over it.
They had been picked out for you to come home in. And that sweet matching wooden sign saying "He's Here!" was perfect!
Now they became the first clothes you wore after you were born.
They are the clothes your momma will probably never wash, because they still smell like you. I don't blame her, we are so closely tied to scents.
Your big sister came in with all the big sister sassiness and immediately decided she was going to be the one making all of your footprint cards. She wasn't afraid, she was so proud of you. She helped Momma give you a bath and then agreed that Dad could wash your hair.
She helped put your new diaper on you, too.
Momma got you dressed, and then big sis sat down and read you that very special book. The one that's super hard to read, but it is perfect. Just like you.
Your big brother came to meet you too, and he didn't hesitate to love on you, and kiss your nose before he was off doing the next thing.
Then your grandparents came.
And your great-grandmother.
And as I look at these photos, I can't help but think about how love just keeps going and going.
It isn't held by one person.
It moves from Momma and Dad, to siblings, to grandparents, to great-grandparents.
It surrounds you.
It carries you.
It becomes part of your story.
And that four-generation photo... I just adore it.
Four generations of your family, gathered around you.
Jeremias, your life was short, but it was full of love. That's all you knew.