Baby boy,

It’s extremely late tonight. I hate looking at pictures of you lately. They just break me, you were so young and innocent. A year ago today I posted a picture I took of you sitting and waiting for Lucas at his speech therapy in Missouri. After his therapy, I would drive around in hopes that Lucas would fall asleep for his nap. He fell asleep half the time, but you fell asleep every single time.

I want to go back and just relive one day with you, I don’t care what day it is. I love you more than anything, baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.