I pride myself on being a genuine, authentic version of myself. Occasionally I ask myself what I think that actually means. It's roughly been a year since I started this blog and like all things that are new fresh and exciting we have high hopes. A lot happened last year and this year most certainly has a different vibe. My youngest child has started Kindy. My last baby. Funny for some of us, even though we are certain we are done having . . .
I'm sorry that today I can't smile. I can't smile when I hear your name. I can't smile when I see your photos. You see, today you would have been 19! I'm sorry I can't say Happy Birthday. That I can't watch you grow into the wonderful man I am sure you would have been. I'm sorry I yelled a little too much and hugged little too often. They say we know the depth of love we felt, by the pain we feel when our loved ones are . . .