You would have been 3 months old today. And it hit me last night that this is all I know.
No stats, no milestones, no chance to see your personality come alive.
I don’t get to be amazed by the rate you’re growing or hear first laughs and giggles.
I never even got to see you smile.
No first foods or first steps or scrubbing walls where you’ve left scribbles.
No first day of school or first date, first car or first job.
No wedding day, no grandbabies, no chance to see you become a man.
All those dreams, gone. They died along with you.
And now all I have left is to wonder.