Goodnight sweet prince. Day 57.

The weather is cooling down. These are the days I dreaded because these are the days I pictured taking you outside, taking you on walks, and dressing you up in cute outfits. The nicer the day, the sadder I feel.

I read Goodnight Moon to you on most nights. I wish I could be reading to you and caressing you. How I wish I could touch your skin. How I wish I could see your eyes watching me as you listen to me read to you.

Goodnight, Moon...

This page makes me cry the most:



I miss you, Jack. Goodnight, my son.