For some reason, I really miss Caleb today. I know many people assume that because we have Carys (beautiful, sweet, snuggly Carys) I'm over the loss of him and that it's okay...but that's not how it works, unfortunately. Sometimes I look at her and think of the older brother that I should be entreating to "leave the baby alone!" Sometimes I'm at the store and I see "Little Sister" shirts that she should get to wear, rightfully, but never will. Sometimes an outfit for a boy who should have just turned one (his due date was September 3) jumps out at me and I'll wish I had my little boy at home to buy it for. It creeps up on you, too, when it's least expected. Nothing particular happened today to make me think of him. Maybe it was the subtle sound of the breeze whispering through the trees that reminded me of his birthday, or maybe it was absolutely nothing, and I just needed to remember him today.
I wish you were here, buddy.