Oh boy... I am super excited about next week... I think that it will be great to get out of the house and not have to walk by his urn a hundred times a day. I know people think I'm weird... but I like to hold his urn sometimes... or his blanket from the hospital... or his clothes... it's still hard to find those things sometimes. I look at your scrapbook all the time... I try to be thankful for the short time you had and all the people you've touched. I was the luckiest mommy to get to carry you for 27 whole weeks... although I wish it could have been so much longer. I miss feeling your kicks and hiccups.... I miss getting that special time with you in the morning when I would talk to you and you would kick back in response... I miss you rolling around when the music was on... and I miss touching you... holding your sweet tiny hand... you were like a doll... I love you so much. Your sister looks at your pictures too and she knows your name... she knows that the things on the cabinet in the kitchen are yours... and she blows you kisses all the time. We love you baby and miss you so very much.