I had a moment of sad tonight as I realized that Mother's Day came and went recently, which means that my dear little Max came into our lives 16 years ago. I don't cry now when I think of him being gone--well, that's not entirely true. Generally, I don't cry, but whenever I think of or hear his lullaby, I get a little choked up.
16 years ago last week, a tiny, 10 week old Max was presented to my rather surprised mother as a gift for Mother's Day. I didn't ever think then that this action would lead to me being his human mother.
I miss you, baby boy...
...Wish you were here.
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