Pierre was the baby I never was able to give birth to. He was such a handsome, sweet, kind, energetic, and an entertainer. He was the life of the party, but was also quite debonair. Mommy was his whole reason for living. I was the center of his joy and he proved it because EVERYWHERE my feet trodded, Pierre was right in front of me, or either at my feet when I sat down or in may lap, kissing my face and ears. The love he gave me surpasses the love of any human. His love was always unconditional and he was taken too soon. My heart, home and life has an empty space that was once filled with your love and your presence Pierre. Ohhh how mommy love you baby and I only hope that you knew by all the love, the best of everything I gave you. Soar my sweet boy with the eagles and mommy will Never, Ever forget you. Daddy misses you so much from your bed fights at night to your greeting him every evening for your favorite love language with him, Neck Rubs and the how is daddy boy? Were you a good boy for mommy today? I open your urn every morning and say, “good morning mommy baby”, and I open the shade so you can get the sunlight you so loved. Every night, I cover you up by closing your urn and saying, “goodnight mommy sweet baby, mommy love you.”
Furever my love,