Matthew (our little rainbow) is almost one year old...it's crazy how fast this year has gone. He is a typical 11-month old- he loves "cruising", throwing food, playing with his big brother and giving kisses with a wet, wide-open mouth. As always, when we reach any milestone, my thoughts drift back to Henry. What kind of a baby or toddler would he have been. Would he have loved Jack just as much as Matthew does and looked at him like he was the most amazing thing in the world? He would be in the midst of his terrible twos right now and I'm sure it would be driving me crazy. Henry is this part of my life that some people don't even know about it. It's odd to think that something so major in my life is unknown to some people I've met and become friends with since it all happened. I can't imagine how hectic my life would be with three little boys or if Matthew would even be here if Henry was. It's hard to wrap my head around sometimes and even though I daydream of three little boys running around and driving me insane, my reality is the two boys I can hold in my arms each night and kiss them and tickle them before bedtime. Their laughter and smiles and kisses and hugs get me through many days and I am thankful for that every minute of every day.