It’s naptime now. Ever is sleeping in her crib. Oliver is having trouble falling asleep. I lay beside him in his bed, stroking his dark hair, amazed at how much he resembles you.
Oliver rolls his Lego Spiderman between his hands. I wonder if you would’ve liked Spiderman and Lego too.
Oliver points out the light that makes its way past blackout curtains and illuminates an empty spot on the floor. A void where your crib would’ve gone. The crib isn’t here and neither are you. My heart breaks a little more.
Oliver sees through my strong exterior and places his hand on my face, sensing the shift in my mood. He runs his fingers through my hair and tells me it’s beautiful.
“I like purple,” he says. I wonder if you would’ve liked it too and what kinds of things you would’ve said to melt me the same way Ollie does.
I tell Oliver to close his eyes and think of the best day and maybe he will go there in his dreams. He closes his eyes.
“The beach,” he says, eyes still closed with a smile on his face.
I wonder if I’m the only one who spends every second thinking of you. The thought makes me sad.
“The beach,” he says again, his smile widening, “…and we could pick up Sterling from heaven and take him with us.”
We are always thinking of you, darling baby.