Here we go. Sawyer's birthday and angel day coming up this week. Everyone keeps telling me the anticipation is worse than reliving the actual days, but it's not like I'm actually anticipating anything.
I am expecting to reflect, remember every moment and contine to ache for the baby who died in my arms.
It's not anticipation, it's my son's life.
Too short. Too soon.
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