Among the most treasured images I'll recall is the memory of you laughing. Eyes shut tight, holding in hilarity as if letting it out at once might cause you to explode. Seeing you happy like this was a joy. Today marks your 31st birthday, and I haven't seen you through the last seven of these. This elapse of time feels like distance, and I don't want you to get that far away from me. While it helps to hold onto the image of your laughter, moving forward remains a painful choice. I love you baby boy. Be in bliss. And be sure to visit my dreams.
Forever, Your Mother.
