When I take Alain-bear to singalong at the library, I sometimes catch myself staring at the 2 year olds, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a child that age right now, trying to imagine what Julian would be like now. It's impossible-we've had way more time with Alain than we did with Julian, and I can't even imagine what Alain will be like at that age.
Anyway, back to my original thought, which is simply:
Dear, sweet Julian-Mommy loves you, misses you, and is thinking of you, now and always.
