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My Dearest Braedwyn,
It's almost your 7th birthday, or should be on this earthly plane. I wonder what you'd be into. What toys would be on your list? What cake would I be making this year? Would frosting still be the best part to you? Would you like David Bowie by now? (Not that I at all knock your cool, ecclectic taste in music).
Your birthday is coming up and it usually means the onset of a deeper depression for me and your Daddy. This year, we want to try and celebrate you and not get consumed by sadness. It is hard to avoid, but I see your hands cupping my face and saying, "What's wrong Mommy? Don't be sad." I want to hear those words and listen and know that you don't want me to grieve so much.
On Mother's day I had 2 dreams with you. It was a treat to receive and remember them. Come visit anytime. You are my dream boy. You are my deep, deep soulest love.
I think of you nearly every hour of everyday. Even when I am engaged in something, you are in my heart and soul. You are woven into my body, movements. I need to see that more, so maybe I won't be sad so much.
I love you and you know it is forever yours.
Hugs, kisses, cuddles, soft breaths and touches, eternally maternally yours,
Mommy