It's Groundhog Day again, and you would be five today if everything had gone according "to plan."
But instead all I have of you is a black and white picture of fuzziness where there used to exist someone the size of a grain of rice.
I thought of you a few times as the boys were keeping me busy today. I was thinking how much you would love them and how they would love you. Except in all actuality if you were here, one of them (or both of them) would not be. And who knows how our lives would look if you had arrived.
Once again this is such a weird day for me.
Each year it causes a little less pain to think of you because life is okay here, and I know you are even more than okay where you are. Still, I can't help but wonder a little bit about what you would have looked like and who you would have been.
But deep down I know exactly who you are. You are my child, and I love you.