Most days I choose not to let it out.
Most days I choose to keep my secrets to myself, after all, I know in Whom is my hope.
Most days I just keep him close in my heart, knowing that one day, I will see him again.
Most days I know that we all have things to bear. Deep things.
But not this day.
Today it is refusing to stay quiet, so please bear with me - tomorrow will be crochet and craft. Life goes on.
This is the day he was born.
This was the day I took him to the zoo for a treat. Just him and me.
This was one of the rare occasions we were at a 'social' event together.
Nathan, I miss you and think of you, today, and everyday.