I’m so sorry I forgot to write to you on your birthday. I just remembered this morning that I hadn’t written you your letter. Don’t think for a minute I forgot about you though. You are always on my mind, every second of every day.
I cannot believe you’d be two years old! I still remember so vividly the first time I ever laid eyes on you. You were so handsome, like your Daddy. I remember holding you and kissing your little forehead. I wasn’t sure it was possible to love anyone as much as I loved you, and trust me baby man, I fell in love with you FAST.
I wish I knew what characters you liked so I could throw you an amazing party. I wish I could read you bedtime stories…Harry Potter maybe? I wish I knew what color hair you would’ve had, or what color eyes. I wonder if you would have been tall like Daddy. I wonder if you would have been a good boy, or maybe a little sassy at times. (Don’t worry, I would’ve been perfectly okay with sassy-You are MY son after all. I wonder if our cat would’ve liked you…she’s kind of a meanie so who knows.
I love you and miss you so much Charles. It’s gotten easier, but it’s still so hard. I wish you were here, I wish I got to be your mommy and feed you, and bathe you and take you to the park. I wish I could’ve gotten to know you. I think we would have been best friends.
Daddy loves you and misses you too. You guys also would’ve been best friends. Probably both driving me crazy, but I also would’ve loved every minute of it.
Oh and little man, whenever you are ready to send us your baby brother or sister, we are ready for them. Never forget, we aren’t trying to replace you, you’ll always be the first, but I’d like a chance to do it again. No pressure baby man.
I love you so much. Happy Birthday, Son.