March is always a tough time for me, now. It's your Daddy's birthday and your little brother's birthday. He'll be two next week, which means it will be three years since we said goodbye to you, next week. I hate that the anniversary of his birth gets muddled up with the pain I still feel thinking of losing you.
He wouldn't be here without you, you know. We made him only a short time after you left us. But know, my little one, that having him here will never mean I forget you. I never do. You have another little brother now; a sweet, tiny two-month-old who can't take your place, either.
I love you, my little one, and I will always miss you.
Love,
Mama
