Thank you

One of the challenges about being a dead baby mum is that you can't put your baby's photo up at work.

Or, more accurately you can, but it's going to cause problems. And while I'm always up for a fight, the fact is, that would be my son that someone is finding repellent, and I'm sorry, but I don't have that much of a fight in me. I don't want my beautiful and sweet son to be a fight.

But, as I look at desks with pictures of children on them, I am, again, still, always, left out.

Thanks to these guys, I can have Gabriel with me at work. There are no words to say how much this means. To both Mr. Spit and I.