On Wednesday evening, our grandson was born full-term at 6 pounds, 3 ounces. Cayden went home to Jesus first, then Mommy, Daddy, Grandmas, Grandpas, aunties and uncles all got to hold him. He was a rambunctious tyke and flipped himself precariously into his umbilical cord a few too many times.
We will always remember his soft little body, his baby smell, chubby little hands and feet, perfect nose and tufted dark hair.
Our hearts are broken.