Zavier would have been 7 months old today. The would have been part is what kills me. I miss him more and more everyday. I try to remember that everyday is one day closer to seeing him again.
It's still not fair. I miss so many things that we never even had a chance to experience. I want to see him sit up. I want to see him in his highchair. I want to see him make a mess of his food. I want to see him crawl around the garage with his dad. I want to rock him after his bath.
I just want to see him. I miss him so much.
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This blog will chronicle my first year without my son. We had him with us for just a short while. I'm creating this blog with a heavy heart and I'm hoping by the end of this first year I will have a little peace.
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