Dear Finley and 8 Month Blog Hop
Today I have a heavy heart. You should be 8 months old today. For some reason 8 months just sounds so grown up. You wouldn’t be a baby baby anymore. More like an almost toddler. Crawling, eating solids, laughing. But still mummy’s little boy. Always mummy’s little boy.
I miss you with every fibre of my being. Every aspect of my life, and everything that I do is coloured with you. Every thought in my head is slightly different because you were here.
I feel like I am running out of unique things to say to you. How many different ways are there to say I miss you? But that never changes, it never diminishes. My very soul changed when I became your mother, and the ways in which I need you here are so hard to express.
I sometimes feel like people expect me just to be moved on by now. I sometimes feel like people think you don’t count because you were ‘just a baby’ – as though I could have another baby and it will all be ok. But as much as I do want to get pregnant again, no child could ever replace you – could never be the first born child that you were and are....
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Finley Arthur Sissons 23/03/2012 - 26/03/2012