A letter to my son, Jason Sebastian ♥
Your mother and I decided that it was time to convert your room into an office / craft room. Son, my heart is heavy with this decision. I've kept your room intact for almost two years... Since you were born, that room has been a safe haven for me. I go there to think; to grieve; to talk to you; and to feel peace. I go there when I miss you; I imagine you in your crib. I've played with your toys; unfastened and refastened the velcro of the cute flip flops you would have worn last summer. I dust and polish the furniture regularly. I sit in the glider and rock back and forth with my feet up on the ottoman; wishing I was rocking you to sleep. I meditate. I touch the elephants... a gift from your grandmother. I open the dresser drawers and unfold and refold tiny infant clothes that you never got to wear. I admire the beautiful diaper bag your mother bought for me to carry and the collection of cloth diapers inside. I close my eyes and feel the fuzzy and soft fabrics. I