Such a weird reaction.

Our youth pastor at church & his wife welcomed their first baby into the world on Monday. As I was looking at the birth-day pictures on Facebook today, tears just started rolling down my cheeks, but I knew they weren't the happiness kind. I realized then - of course - Charlie. It was hard to see all the brand-new-baby pictures, naked-baby, first cry, weighing for the first time, being placed in his mama's arms. Jealousy and sadness. I know we were chosen as the parents of a preemie because we are strong and we could handle it much easier than some. But still, I guess time hasn't healed that wound yet. I don't think it ever will be fully okay.