Labor Day

Josh was born on Labor Day Weekend.  He was my first true labor of love. Sunday is his birthday... the day he won't turn twenty eight. Because he didn't turn twenty seven last year. This year, for the third time, I will labor through the day, but the pain I will experience will have no happy ending. No 8lb 2oz bouncing baby boy screaming his way into the world. Instead, I will labor to remember the bass of his voice, his shit eating grin, and the very essence of his being.

Oh Josh, I wish you were here. To blow out your candles, to make a wish, to celebrate.

I miss you my child.