September 22nd 2011 6:33 am
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It's one of your favorite times of the year. It's crisp and cool and the leaves are blowing. You wouldn't have to wear your sweater and with the cooler weather we would finally be able to get your Grandmom out to walk with us. I've been waking up a night thinking about you, missing you till it hurts inside. Now comes the hard times - my birthday, Halloween, your birthday, Thanksgiving and of course Christmas. All the celebrations I would answer with, you. "What do you want for your birthday?" "A beautiful little boy to love, oh but look I already have one." "What are you thankful for?" "My girls and my little baby Puppycake." There won't be a Bradybear under my tree, no puppy ornaments hanging and no Brady's stocking waiting for Santa. Now I just try to hang-on till its over. Now I'll begin everyday saying, "I wish....," but that wouldn't make this time or this day any different from any other day of my life since that day.
I miss you sweet baby. God how I miss you.
I have million, billion kisses waiting for you.
With all my heart,
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