Every time I catch my Mo sleeping like this:
I remember and think of my sweet Max:
These boys are definitely cut from the same cloth
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This blog is dedicated to my Maxie. Max was only 9 and a half months when he stopped breathing at daycare. We are devastated by the loss of our most beloved baby boy. Hopefully, this blog will give readers a sense of what a beautiful spirit he was and will help to keep his memory alive.
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When I think of Max this is the image I see. The hands behind the head. An old soul for sure. One of my favorite pictures of him that you have posted.
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