Sixteen more days until your second birthday. Sixteen. I am still trying to figure out how that's possible. These last couple of weeks have brought back some very intense moments of sadness.  Bottom line ... I am by no means ready for it to be 2 years since I held you in my arms. People, myself included, describe grief as something that comes in waves. It's true. What I didn't realize is that I would find myself feeling such intense moments of weakness and vulnerability this long after I last held you in my arms.

I don't have anything impressive or inspiring to write. I am praying for peace. I am forgiving myself for not so great days and giving myself permission to grieve. I am missing you and loving you fiercely ... Then, now, always

My sweet baby boy ~ My Evan, mommy loves you