**Disclaimer** If you know me in my 'real' life and stumble across this blog- please know that I write here for healing, and to feel close to my Noah, and close to my grief. At times these letters may seem sad, angry, and at times, crazy. Please don't worry about me- this is how I help myself heal. If you have questions, just ask- if you know me well at all, you know that I love talking about my Noah.

Monday, October 18, 2010


Hi Baby Boy,

I miss you so much this morning. Your sister woke up, and went back for a nap pretty much right away. I wish you were here to have breakfast with me! Maybe we'd make eggs, or waffles, or pancakes! Maybe we'd sit at the table, or sit on the couch and watch cartoons! Maybe we'd be silly and sing songs after breakfast while holding spoons like mircophones- but not too loud, so we wouldn't wake your sister.

Instead, I am going to have toast, and watch the news. BORING!

At least I get to write to you.

I love you more and more and more.
I wish you were here... for me, for daddy and for your sister.
We all miss you, and love you.

Love you forever,


Hope's Mama said...

Seems almost impossible to me that we could do all these things with our big kids now. Two year olds. Can you believe it.
I wish he was here to make waffles and sing with. And so much more.