My second son was born on March 6, the day that Will went home to be with his Father. I remember sitting up late at night trying to feed my hours-old baby, scrolling through Facebook trying to stay awake and I saw Taylor's post, that he'd lost his son that day, just as we'd experienced one of life's greatest joys. I've struggled a lot with anxiety every since becoming a mother, anxiety over their health, safety, their future, their happiness. What I've discovered as I've followed your journey through grief and loss is that the greatest thing I can pray over my boys is that their lives, whatever might pass between birth and death, will glorify God and point others towards Him. Sickness, struggle, danger, etc... these things may all happen, but I know with great certainty that God can be glorified through the most difficult of situations, and I try to rest in that promise for my children. Your son showed me that and I am so thankful for his life.