When we lost your sisters, their names came to me after they were gone. I knew your name from the moment I found out about you. We lost you the same way we lost Aria, you just stopped growing. It's a lot of work, going all the way from a tiny little cluster of cells to a full grown baby! Your brother and sister were SO excited to get a baby, and sometimes I wish I hadn't told them about you. Grief is a hard emotion for suck little kids to carry. But most of the time, I'm thankful that they know that they'very got a baby brother waiting in heaven for them. Sometimes I wonder if you'll be our last baby. In my heart I hope not, but in my brain I know it's likely. I'm the oldest sibling, so I don't know what it's like to be youngest. I hear that it means you can get away with more, and even though we've only got two of your four siblings living here, it's true of them! Your brother is a rule follower, and your sister doesn't seem to know that there are any rules! I wonder what you would have been like. Mostly, I wonder if you would have had red hair like them. I think it would have been brown, like mine. I'm glad that you aren't by yourself in heaven. I think you and your sisters are the first of our whole family to be there. I know you're safe in the arms of our Savior, but I wish I would have got to hold you too. I love you little man. Can't wait to meet you.