Heart made of glass, my mind of stone

He was so small.

Well, he was the average size of a non-premature baby, but still.

He was tiny.

I was almost scared to touch him, let alone hold him.

I felt like even one tap would break all his bones.

"Have you two decided on any names? The doctor asked.

I looked up at Luke and he gave me the okay.

We had talked about this.

I told the doctor that we were going to name our child, "Michael."

"Michael Gordan Hemmings."