I close my eyes.
There is a meadow. It is amber or maybe emerald. That part I am unsure of, but the rest I see with clarity.
He is young, maybe two, with bare feet and overalls. He is perfect.
His towhead is shaggy, tickling his white eyelashes. His eyes are the color of a cloudless sky. And his smile, it is as bright as the sun.
In the distance there are other children. Cousins and a brother or sister who have gone before him. They are laughing and playing.
He looks at me and waves, his smile shining. Our hearts connect and I feel it. He knows our love.
Then he turns and goes to them. They are calling his name. Caaal-viiin! C'mere, Calvin! They run away together swinging arms and giggling.
He is happy. He is at peace.
Our sweet baby boy, Calvin John, was born already an angel on Saturday August 17th 2013. He was eleven magnificent ounces and ten amazing inches. And our miracle angel in every way.
"Some people dream of angels. We held one in our arms."