Yesterday at church we sat behind a little boy that looked a lot like Wyatt. About the same age as Wyatt before he died. Does that get any easier? No, it's still just as hard or harder. He was chewing on his thumb just the same way as Wyatt did. His little fingers made my heart ache and I held back the tears. I miss him, plain and simple I miss him and long to hold him again.
Today is the start of our spring break. It's beautiful here with all the blossoms out just like the day we buried our little boy. We are not going anywhere but staying home for spring break. We will be releasing butterflies at Wyatt's grave tomorrow as we do each year. This year we have his bench thanks to so many wonderful friends and family. We are so grateful for that! We will spend time as a family enjoying each other and remembering the fun times we had with Wyatt. I truly look forward to the day when my heart will be complete again, when Wyatt will be in my arms.