You have done such a great job this week, letting us know you're here. Being so present and helpful as I mentally geared up for today. Another month gone without you here.
On Monday, at work, I was covering for one of your dad's classes. I sat at his desk and saw, tucked under the calendar, a child-like colouring of a butterfly, folded in half. I smiled and thought how cute it was that your dad would have such a thing on his desk. I unfolded it, and spread it across the calendar. Leaving it there once the class had ended. He found me at lunch and asked why I left my butterfly picture on his desk. I was confused. "It's not my butterfly -- I thought it was yours!" But no. Your dad was just as confused as I was. If it wasn't mine. And it wasn't his. How did it get there? I like to believe that in some way or another, you left it there for us. Our first nudge of strength to get us through this week.
Then this morning before work, in a panic, your dad was looking to replace his laptop charger. He knew I had a universal one and asked if he could take it. Of course I let him, but knew it would take a while for him to sort through all the little charging nubs to find the one to fit. But you helped him out with that! He said as soon as he pulled the contents out the box, the right plug popped right off the packaging and landed on the table in front of him. Something else I don't chalk up to coincidence, but to you, doing what you can, to make a tough day a little easier.
You're our special little man. You were when you were growing inside me. And you are still. Even now. 7 months here without you.
I miss you every day, sweet boy.
Love you forever.