He was a beautiful boy with a gentle spirit. He was happy and snuggly and looked like his dad.
Our house needs a little boy. We need cars and trucks and denim overalls and army men. We need hockey sticks and footballs and a fort in the big tree in the back yard.
Nicholas, we miss you more and more with each passing year. Not just for the little boy you were, but also for the son you were going to be. Our only consolation is that we will know you in eternity - all of you, the Nicholas we never really got a chance to know - and that we will be reunited then.
...for everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith... 1 John 5:4