It snuck up on me today when I least expected it. I haven't really been counting. Has it really been two years—two whole years—since we lost you? When I was in it I thought I would never see the light. It felt like everything was crashing down around me and that no one understood.

But time is healing even for the deepest of wounds.

Two whole years. I'm still not over it. I don't ever expect myself to be over it, but I am okay. I still think about it about you often, and smile at what could have been but wasn't quite meant to be.

I know one day we will meet you and until then, I take comfort knowing you are wrapped in our father’s ever-loving arms.

Missing you always,