I've been on a bit of a vacation this March Break -- travelling here and there visiting family. Add some tiredness and illness on top of that and I haven't been able to sit and write. It sometimes takes a lot out of me. But today seems the perfect day to get back to it. To sit in this room alone for a while.
Because he should be here today. He should be here every day, really.
But on these holidays, when my social media feeds are loaded with happy faces of babies and children enjoying their egg hunts, and Easter baskets, and bunny ears, I can't help but think that he should be here too. And my feed should be full of his smiling face. Wearing "My First Easter" bibs. And cute dress-up button down tops.
The first thing I thought when I woke up this morning was that I slept too late. That if he was still here I would have likely been up hours earlier. We'd be eating breakfast. And going through the goodies the Easter Bunny brought. Watching and smiling as he played on the floor with his new little gifts.
And instead I went to the cemetery. Stuffed bunny in hand. Because I just had to make sure the Easter Bunny got to my boy today.
It's a beautiful day out there. And I know he's shining down on us today with the Spring sunshine. But I still just miss him so much.