I miss you so much. It's getting harder and harder every day. At first it was just so unreal. It felt like maybe you were just on vacation. The more time that passes, the harder it gets.
I miss having my phone ring and it be you. I miss being annoyed that you're telling me a story I've heard 10 times before and will hear 10 times more. I miss your advice, and your company and your laughter.
I miss Sunday dinners. I miss planning camping trips and talking about what to get the kids for their birthday. You were my friend on top on being my mom and I miss you.
Ben asks for you. He looks at your picture in his room and says "nana" over and over. "nana" is his go to word lately and it breaks my heart that I can't have you snuggle on him and share his new adventures and personality.
I miss seeing your score on Bejeweled Blitz. I miss our little chats on Facebook. I miss you.
Happy birthday, mama. I wish I could make a lemon cake for you and tease you about getting another year older.
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