Today is March 24th – your due date. Your birthday.

We miss you. Lots. Fitzy misses you. When he’s falling asleep at night he points at the ceiling and says – BOY. I asked him if the boy is his baby brother – he says YES! I have no doubt that he does see you. He talks about babies constantly.

I have no doubt he sees you and his baby sister and your big brother.

I imagine what today would be like. The anticipation. The pain. The relief. The joy. The love. Holding you in our arms and introducing you to all the people that already love you so. Watching Fitzy put his little hand at his mouth and say BA-BY! He would shower you in kisses – we all would. Would you look like Fitzy? I wouldn’t believe that you could be so tiny.

It’s not fair that the three of you are there and not here. But then again – from your point of view – you are in heaven. Literally. You have a big brother and sister to keep you company. You get to hang out with Jesus and angels all day – how much better could it be?

I just needed to jot you a little note and tell you we love you.

We miss you.

And happy birthday sweet son.