A Letter to Noah
By Michele Priebe 3-01-03 
My Dearest Noah,

I carried you with me for 28 weeks, but a life outside was not meant to be. When you were born, I remember looking at your cute little nose and your perfect feet. Noah, you were so tiny. Oh, how I wish you were snuggled in my arms; but I take comfort knowing you are safe in the arms of Jesus. I miss you and love you very much. Until we meet again, rest well my little angel.

Love Mommy