My heart. What can I say about my heart? It is broken, but mending. Or, it is broken and I am used to it. Either way, I believe it is feeling better. I think I've come to terms with the fact that instead of carrying you in my arms, I will carry you in my heart forever. I don't want it to be that way, but I am getting used to being the Mother of a baby in Heaven. I get to Mother your "spirit" as CarlyMarie said. That is a unique and beautiful way to be a mom.