June 2nd was - for the most part - the best day. Sawyer was stable, I was able to visit for the first time. I could be there for him, hold his hand. Touch his soft skin. Stroke his fingers when he was in pain. I thought this was the beginning of our long road in the NICU. I never thought it would have ended so soon. This is my favorite memory though. The quiet hum of beeps and machines. Knowing he was safe with me. This moment. This memory, thank you God for giving it to me.