On your birthday, we wore purple.
All of us.
On your birthday we bought pretty purple flowers.
We ate cream puffs.
On your birthday we sang you songs, and we missed you so much we couldn’t breathe. We remembered how much you liked the fudge mommy made last year, how wide your eyes would get when they’d see a piece. How every morning you loved to fling your arms way above your head, point your little toes and have a biiiiiiig stretch. We realized how empty our bed is without you. How empty our arms are.
On your birthday we thought about you constantly and we survived even though we didn’t think we would. And as we go to sleep without our two year old beside us, we hope to dream of you.