My baby Neriah, every time I think of you, I smile, remembering how thick your hair was and  your mother's constant battle with it, to make it malleable. And we laugh at the fact that when we put a comb through, we struggle to see the line between each plait.  Our baby Neriah, my girls were always fighting over who will  carry you on her laps during church service. We love and will miss you! Thank you for coming into our lives. Till we meet again to part no more. Rest in the Lord!