On a less depressing note, here's my very favourite photo of Jack, taken on the Wednesday after he was born (his only Wednesday alive). We were in the car (I sat beside him) on our way to see our family doctor for our mandatory 4 day check-up. The next day we were in the hospital, so this is my last "well" photo of him.
I love the whole outfit (pjs), I love his little knees and his long fingers (he got them from his dad). I love his little hand by his mouth (I have ultrasounds of this very position). I love his little hat (which was way too big at a size 0-3 months, rather than newborn).
I love him. I miss him. Terribly.
[edited to add: okay, possibly not less depressing]