Monday, January 17, 2011

one, uno, 1

I want to tell you what this last year has meant to me.

But everytime I sit down to write it out, I cry.

My baby. Likely the last one I will have, is one.
Time passing is both blessing and curse.
I love him so much my heart hurts.
My Sammy. My moose. My cheescake. My son.