Day 86

Today is Easter. I've spent the long weekend missing Zavier. I sat in his room with some of his little clothes in my lap. I let the tears fall. Those endless tears that are never far these days.

Some days I do feel a little better. But these past few days have seemed so much more difficult for some reason.

But, Jesus is risen and I know, despite my own selfish pain, that is reason to celebrate. By his death and resurection I am assured that my son is safe and happy now in the arms of our God. 

Until I see you again, Little One...