A drawing. <br />
My son was born 3 1/2 months premature. Where most mothers were able to hold their babies. And able to get "new born hospital " pictures I was left empty handed. Until an artist, a student artists had devoted his time to drawing pictures of the premature babies of the nicu. He drew my 2 pound baby. My only photograph of his time in the hospital. <br />
You can't imagine how precious Tver drawing was to hold.
A pint of blood. I was donating. 3 lives saved.
One for each part of the blood donated. But so far I've done it 3 times. So 9 lives saved. I plan on donating double red cell on the 30th. Don't know how many that will save though.
You probably saved mine! Thank you!!!
A drawing of my grandma. She passed away before I was even born, so I've never met her. All of her pictures were destroyed and I've never seen real photos of her..
I know that feeling
a newborn puppy - something about the perfect innocenct perfection has limitless value - the most precious being in the world.
and they taste so darn good!
My Daughter at birth
Probably my kids. Sappy, i know...
The most important thing I've ever held was a mans penis right before I put it between my lips
Where are you?
Doing more of the most important thing
till now: my first salary cheque
My baby cousin the day he was born. My nephews and niece
My daughter seconds after she was born.
My daughters hand as i watched her sleep for the first time in her crib. It brought an overwhelming emotions picturing what our future would hold.
A little girl in foster care. She was maybe two years old and I remember she cried a lot. The day she was under my supervision I had to put her down for a nap but knowing she'd be fussy I did the only thing I knew: I scooped her up in my arms and headed for the rocking chair. Normally, trying to get her to do anything she would have a fit for attention, but this time she remained quiet and still. After I sat down she curled up and rested her head against my chest, I held her tightly and began rocking her to sleep. The moment before she closed her eyes she looked up into mine and they connected. I realized that through this simple act I managed to give her something she had been searching for, showing her that someone cared.
My Lityle sister