My sweetest Isaiah,

Today was tiring. Initially, we were going to go to Kennywood tomorrow because I had therapy this morning at ten. However, Ellie essentially told me we should just go today instead since we have the Caring Place tomorrow. I gave in and agreed, but I’m definitely glad I did. We were there for about it five hours and it wasn’t crowded at all. It also wasn’t sunny, but didn’t rain. It was close to the perfect day.

I did have a slip-up today while I was getting forks for our potato patch fries. Without even thinking, I grabbed an extra one for you. I had counted out four for my kids and then two for me and Gma. I didn’t even realize until I got over to the table and went to pass out the forks. Maybe that was your little sign that you were there with us today. Perhaps you were with us on one of the three times we walked through Noah’s Arc? I don’t understand why your brothers love it so much, but they think it’s the greatest ride there.

During therapy today, my therapist had a great point. I told her how Elijah just came out and told someone about how we lost you and I followed up with, “we are very open with Isaiah and everything that happened”. My therapist pointed out how that could be the perfect response that helps take the awkward moment out for the stranger who’s receiving the information. I think that’s what I will be doing from now on.

I’m sorry, baby. I’m absolutely exhausted from today so I’m going to get to bed. I love you more than anything, sweet boy. Sweet dreams.