8 Months

It's eight months today since we said goodbye to Noah.   Eight months seems like forever. It feels like forever since I looked at my gorgeous boy with his beautiful dark hair, and olive skin.

It seems like forever since I saw those cheeky sparkly eyes light up when he heard our voice, or when we rubbed his legs. 

It seems like forever since I've been able to run my fingers through his soft curly hair.

It seems like forever since I've had to rug him up to make sure he doesn't freeze when we go out somewhere (because Noah would get cold even on a warm day).

It seems like forever since I've kissed those chubby cheeks.

I wish you were here Noah, but know you couldn't have stayed.  Your brothers and I talk about you every day.  They miss you so much too.  I hope you and Daddy are having a nice time together. I miss and love you so much.  Please tell Daddy that I love him too and that I miss him every single minute of every day.

We let off some balloons to you today at a special place (actually the wind took half of them before we let go of them!).  Hopefully you saw them and they made you smile.