You would’ve been 1 month old today.
We would’ve been sitting on the couch right now, you asleep on me, probably freshly bathed and nursed.
I would’ve been composing some sort of 1 month post with all your baby milestones.
The other kids would be getting ready for bed and coming to kiss you goodnight a hundred times. They would probably wake you up and make you all cranky and I would laugh because you’re all so adorable.
I wonder if these thoughts ever stop. Or will I always wonder what we’d be doing if you were still here?
It’s only been 25 days and I’m not sure how we’re supposed to do life without you.