My sweet, sweet Ian. Love of my life.
I am writing this on what should have been your 34th birthday. Life with you was such a joy and being your mom has been the greatest part of my life. You were the kindest, most loving son that anyone could ever ask for. I miss how funny and fun you were to be with and how wise beyond your years you were. You bravely faced your life with a strength that I have never known. Although my life will never be the same,I know that I am the luckiest person in the world , because I am and always will be Ian’s mom. I know that you have always known this, but I’m going to say it anyway. You are my favorite thing in life, my favorite human. I love you with all of my heart.
Mom
P.S. You know the first draft was many pages. A short story if you will. I heard your voice in my head saying “ Mom, too much” All right my son. It’s your Birthday.
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Ian's very serious chair
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Espresso morning
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