I am so sorry you went through this. I know this is an old post, but my heart broke when I saw his name. My little boy is named Benjamin Thomas. I sit here now watching him asleep in his swing with tears rolling down my face that you can't have your Benjamin Thomas too. It's not fair.
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I remember that teardrop on a leaf all to well. My heart goes out to you today as you are missing your little sweet Ben.
((HUGS)) I wish I could give you real ones.
(((Hugs)))
I am so sorry you went through this. I know this is an old post, but my heart broke when I saw his name. My little boy is named Benjamin Thomas. I sit here now watching him asleep in his swing with tears rolling down my face that you can't have your Benjamin Thomas too. It's not fair.
Oh, Barbara. Thank you. Hug your little boy for me.
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