It's supposed to get better, this loss thing, and day to day life has. But honestly, March is really hard to get through every year. Reliving the weeks leading up to your birth and the day you were born and all the things I would do differently if I had the chance is pretty heavy.
You'd be six today. If you're anything like your brothers you'd be into silly jokes and jumping off furniture and superheroes...oh, the superhero obsession in this house is insane!
I miss you. I miss the baby you were and, even more, I miss the boy you'd be today. Would you have kept your curls? Your black hair? Would your feet still be huge? This past fall, you would have started kindergarten.
Your dad and I are so, so blessed. Your siblings are pretty amazing and there are many days that it hits me just how great our life is.
But we still miss you. And we still love you. That wont ever change. And I would give anything to see you and hold you again. Always.
Godspeed, little man.
I love you to the moon and back.
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