114 months into your precious life … 114 months gone today.
These photos are from Easter 2006. You and Logan were searching for your Easter baskets, which were tied up on the basketball hoop. Looking back, it seems like such a simple day, but those ordinary moments have become some of my most treasured memories..
I had to laugh seeing you wearing my clodhopper shoes. Your feet were tiny compared to them—you weren’t even 10 years old yet.
And then there’s Logan, going through his “black hair” phase. I suppose it was considered emo at the time, but thankfully it was just a phase (you, too, went through the phase!).
Time keeps passing. Swiftly, it seems. I often find myself thinking, “I can’t believe it’s been almost ten years.”
Yet the truth is, deep down, it doesn’t feel like ten years at all. The images in my mind aren’t a decade old. They’re of you walking through the door after class, heading out for a workout, or coming home at the end of the day. In my memories, you’re still right there in the ordinary moments of life.
Logically, I know how much time has passed. I know what the calendar says. But deep down, those memories don’t feel ten years away. The calendar says one thing; my heart says another.
What I do know, clearly and without question, is that you should be here.
I love you. I miss you.
Mom
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