Nine Months Old.
What a big boy you'd be today.
Your cousin has taken his first steps.
He's one month older than you, but
I bet you'd be right there with him,
my genius child.
You'd just be fitting into the little
St. Louis Rams uniform. Daddy
and I hate football, but you'd still
look awfully cute in that outfit.
I miss you so much.
I still can't believe that we had such a
beautiful boy. And then you were gone.
I wonder what we would have dressed
up as today? It's so hard knowing that
I'll miss out on your...everything.
I love you sweet boy.
Two years ago today I got engaged. I had a huge Halloween flute recital with another studio and I was the director of the flute choir. We all dressed up in costumes--I was Hermione and Tom, my stage hand, was a farmer. He wouldn't dress up as Harry Potter despite my pleadings.
The concert was a huge success, and as I was thanking the audience, Tom came on stage. I gave him a puzzled look--I didn't need him to move any more stands, the show was over--but he got down on one knee and proposed to me in front of a big audience and 40-50 flute players, most of them teenage girls. I love him so much for doing that. I was just the perfect engagement. (I said yes, obviously.)