Today marks eight months since my beautiful baby boy was born, my only son, still and silent on December 5th.
Tomorrow is the one year anniversery of the date I became pregnant.
20 weeks wasn’t enough.
I’m nearly crushed with sadness. Not a loud, flashy emotion anymore. Just a deep, serious, crushing meloncholy that fills me.
Manageable I guess, especially if I stay busy. But the second I’m still…it presses upon me until I can’t breath.
I miss him so.