Baby Aaron

Here it is June and I'm just now posting about the most sacred experience of the year. (So far!) I've written about it in my personal journal, and don't really want to write about it here in detail.  It involves the birth and death of a precious, brave little boy, Aaron Andrew Whittacre.  He was born February 18, 2014, and fulfilled his life's purpose in six short days, passing away on February 24, 2014 of a congenital heart defect.  I know that Aaron was happy to come to earth, even if his time would be short,  to gain a body, even though it wouldn't be perfect.  And I know Kristy and Chopper made a courageous, unselfish decision to let him go when the Spirit whispered to them to do so.  And I know that because of the atonement of Jesus Christ it will all be OK and made right, and we will all see him again!  My brother Quentin wrote a beautiful poem about him that I would like to share here.  A few days before he was born, Kristy felt compelled to finish his baby quilt, so it would be ready for him when he was born.  The top side of the quilt looked like lightening bolts and the bottom was airplanes and hot air balloons and blimps.

A Quilt for Aaron

Quick, put back the table
Just as fast as you're able
There's quilting and binding today.
I'm coming home soon
For my fruit-of-the-loom,
'Round the bend, very near, on my way.
Give me a name,
Moses' brother, the same
As we head down the road hand in hand.
Like Aaron, I'm told,
With the priesthood of old,
I'm preparing our new promised land.
Tell Abby I'll be good
Like a righteous son would
Helping Father as much as I can
Preaching and teaching,
Those anxious souls reaching,
Declaring with Mason His plan.
There's a chill in the air,
And folks everywhere
Extending their hands unto me,
'Midst the light all around,
And a love that abounds
As my eyes open wide to see,
So, wrap me up tight
In my lightening delight
With the blimp and the biplane that soars,
With the balloon flying high,
Clear up to the sky,
With the sound of the jet plane that roars,
And kiss me good-by
As I soar to the sky
And return to my Savior who calls,
Where our family will meet
Shedding tears at his feet
Where we will embrace one and all.

I loved how the doctor hung him over the drape when he was born!

He frequently had a furrowed brow, not sure why!  Maybe he had a lot of serious things to think about!

I think he looks like Abby here!