I miss him. It's the first birthday I won't be spending with him. I know I have to get used to this but it doesn't make it any easier.
My lovely amazing niece (whose 4 and a half) randomly asked this morning "do you miss miracle?" (obviously miracle is not my sons name) I replied with every single day. (not a lie) I wanted to say with every beat of my heart and every pulse of my veins I miss him. And will always miss him. But she's only 4. She then asked are you missing me? I said no I'm with you but when I go home I miss you.
This time 4years ago I was in labour and had been for 37 hours and 55 minutes and had another 9 hours and 36minutes remaining before I met my gorgeous little boy.
It has been 341 days since I said my final goodbye.
I miss him.
Just wanted to write it somewhere