This is one picture that I didn't take myself, but it is of me and it says everything that my soul feels. This is of my last child Tate. He was premature and was on life support after he was born. After a month and a half of the intensive care unit I got to bring him home. I rejoiced in his soft skin, his smell, and savored every moment I got to hold him in my arms. Those days are all too fleeting, and I am grateful to God for the treasure of a baby.