I think this is the last post I will write for a while. I dreaded this day coming. For the last week I've been irritable, unhappy, and just overall sad. I wish I could put a brake on time and just stop it from allowing this day to occur. Couldn't we just skip July 2nd?
A whole year without the precious little one I carried. A whole year since I last held him in my arms. A whole year since I watched him take his last breath in my arms. The pain is just as awful and unbearable today as it was a whole year ago. I know in time I will find ways to make this day better, to maybe even look on it with gladness. This IS the day that Ezio entered through the gates of eternity and met the very One who created him. This IS the day that he began a life whole and completely healed. This IS the day he became perfect and unblemished from sin in the eyes of God. This day should be a celebration and I want to get my heart there one day. I want to. Not because I feel like I should or because anyone is encouraging me. No, I want to make this a day of celebration because I need it to remind me that each year that passes is a year closer to holding him in my arms again.
I love you and miss you my dear Ezio. A day will never pass that I won't think of you. You sister is growing up without you. She desperately needs a brother to play with but, still, you are not here. Instead, she spends her days traumatizing her poor pups, but she often gives them her food in exchange so they put up with her. I guess better them than you, huh? ☺️ One day, we hope to give her more siblings and we continue to pray that God's Will will be done in our family. We love you little man!