I wondered in to the nursery this morning and opened the drawer to reveal your little clothes. I smelt them and closing my eyes I reminisced and pictured you in them. Your 'Born in 2015' pyjamas, your 'Mummy Bear' outfit and your little white grows. Everything looks so tiny and yet you had grown and were much bigger than when you were first born.

I finally got round to washing some of your bedding and other bits. I couldn't bring myself to wash your grows. They can wait for another day. And who knows, we may decide not to wash them. 

The washing hung proudly in the hallway, showcasing the presence of a baby in the house. Except, you are now but a beautiful spirit that surrounds us. It did though, abelt briefly feel that you were still here and made me a practicing mother. 

I continue to miss you dearly. I am learning through newsletter updates what you would have been doing now; teething, lifting your arms up and splashing in the bath. I can actually imagine you doing all these things. These thoughts quite clear. I can picture your rosey checks from your teeth starting to break through your little red gums, stretching your arms up wanting to be picked up and cuddled like when you were first born, and splashing around in the bath with your little colourful ducks that Sarahh, Izzy and Emma brought you. 

You were so brave, your strength is inspirational and the love you have taught us some people don't learn in a lifetime. Thank you son for sharing that with us.

Forever in my thoughts and heart.
Big cuddles and lots of kisses.

Love Mummy xxx