Five o'clock is much too early for you to start your day but I appreciate that you went along with the new game called "let mommy sleep" while you played quietly. I enjoyed it and hope you had fun.
A happy mommy
Dear Sweet Michael,
I can't believe today marks eighteen years since you died. It's so unfair that you were only here for eleven days but you were so loved.
I'll always treasure that I was able to hold you. The nurse scolded me saying that I shouldn't hold you because I was the aunt and only parents were allowed to hold you. She then quickly said, "well, as long as you're holding him--go ahead." A short time later I realized that she waited until you were in my arms before she told me I couldn't hold you. Even though she scared me more than a couple of times, I think she had a big heart and knew we all
Sweet little Michael, know that you're in our prayers, thoughts and forever in our hearts. You'll always be with us even if we only knew you for a short time.
PS. When I visited your mom and dad last week, I saw your baby booties hanging on the Christmas tree where they've been every year.
December is a tough month--Hanukkah, Christmas AND your birthday are all swirling around on the calendar. You really should give me a list of things you would like or you could end up with a lovely gift that's perfect...for me.
Dear Holiday Cards,
Address yourselves this year, 'k?
The tired one
Again with the spacing...WTF?
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