2 years 2 months

113 weeks

791 days

18,984 hours 

1.139,040 minutes 

68,342,400 seconds 

since I lost my son. 
I still am in awe that its another January. 
Another year has passed 
and I am still here. 
Both the end of the year 
and beginning of the year are hardest. 

The end of the year is hardest since its your anniversary
and the beginning of the year is just as hard because you are not here in it. 


2016 was supposed to be the year of your dads and I's vow renewal. 
We wanted to have you, settle into things,
lose some of the baby weight, 
and have a big party. 

We also wanted you to be old enough to walk as you were to be your dads best man. 

As everyone knows  I have an undying love for Whitney Houston.
But the song I want to dance with somebody took on a whole new meaning once I got pregnant with you. 

This was your song. 
It was going to be dads and I's song...but the fast Whitney version. 

And I was going to dance with you and your dad...