Today, I’m taking a little break from light-hearted posts   to talk about something that is near and dear to my heart…     the most precious gift of all… life. Thirty-one years ago today, my family lost my baby brother.  Due to birth complications, he was only with us for four months.  But he was, and is, so loved. And on this very day, as I write, my own (16 yr old) baby boy is with friends at the march for life in Washington, DC to say with others there, that life is…