I wonder if one day, some day way down the road, that February 2nd will come along, and I won't have that stab of pain in my heart and say to myself "I should have a _ year old today."
Because this is not that year.
Jack would be turning 2 tomorrow. I can't believe I'd have a two year old. Would he have blond hair like Emerson? Would he be into sports? What would his favorite food be? Would he be going through the terrible twos right now? Would he be a happy little boy? What kind of cake would he eat on his birthday?
At least I'll always know that he's a happy little angel, who is hanging out with his best friends up there. I hope they serve birthday cake in Heaven.
Love you little guy.