Mummy is sad today. I wish that you were here to crawl into my lap and give me a big cuddle.
I wonder if you would like cuddles. Or would I try to hug you and you would squirm to get away?
I like to imagine that we would have such a special bond. That I could always be there to help your troubles go away. Kissing scraped knees, rocking you to sleep when you don’t feel well, helping you to do things when you get frustrated at trying to do them yourself.
No matter what is going on here in mummy’s life, there is always, always a second and parallel life happening. The one in which I imagine how things would be if you were here. If I imagine really hard, I can see how life would have been, and it makes me so happy and so sad all at the same time.
I wonder if you know how much I miss you. I wonder if you would know me if you saw me now. And I especially wonder if you are growing up wherever you are. Will you still be a baby when we meet again? Or will you be all grown up?
I love and miss you always,