Every Tuesday and Thursday

142 and 35

I live by Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tuesday he is born again, Thirsdays he dies again.

I worked my fingers to the bone today. I came home and crashed. I jam my days, but there isn't a second, even in the mist of an email, project or coversation that I'm not thinking of him.

Ooo my sweet Avery boy. Your Mommy and Daddy miss you so much. We would give anything to see you and hold you again. My little love.

You were my rainbow for a little while.... Now I'm just passing the days, by Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I love you Avery. And I miss you.
Kisses and hugs to heaven.
Love,
Your Mommy