Isn't it ironic how losing a baby means not talking about him to anyone... for THEIR fear of talking about him? Why can't anyone ask about him, mention him, say his name? Why is everyone so afraid? He existed, he was born, he lived... he is my baby. I absolutely LOVE talking about him and saying how beautiful he is and how special he is and how honored I am to have been chosen as his mommy.
Isn't it ironic how people seem to want to hide his things, put his pictures away? Why?! I refuse and will never allow anyone to even give me that idea. I NEED to see him, I NEED to feel him, I NEED him around me always. I know I don't need a picture or his blanket around to feel those things but I adore seeing his beautiful face in the morning and his strong little body gives me the force to keep going. How dare people say that...
*** Enzo, te amo con todas mis fuerzas. Siempre digo lo mismo pero esque no tengo las palabras suficientes para explicarte ni decirte cuanto te amo. Sos la luz de mis dias & el amor de mi corazon. Te extraño mas de lo que te puedas imaginar. Es imposible vivir sin vos, sabes? Pero tambien sabe que solo por vos sigo. Solo por vos. Por tu valentia, tu fuerza, y el amor que me diste. Te amo Enzo, te amo muchisimo!