You turned a month old today.
It’s achingly difficult not to have you here with us.
I can’t begin to imagine how many diapers and burps and feedings we’ve already missed. How many smiles we’ve never seen and how many cries we haven’t heard.
There’s been no progress towards having you with us . . . I won’t go into details, but there are two different ways you can come be with us, but nothing has happened with either route.
In so many ways, we are as helpless as you are.