I miss my baby Joshua so much. I know I say this all the time, but it's true...I really do miss him. Living my life without Joshua is not easy. It is one of the most challenging thing ever asked of me.
As summer slowly begins to fade into fall, I'm finding that all the painful memories seems nearly impossible to forget. 2 more months, and we will be what would have been Joshua's 1st birthday! I wasn't sure what or how to celebrate it...I have two more long months before those memories can be found on a calendar page.
I cannot even begin to describe the agony and the aches that fills me inside. I feel sick with grief of not having my son in my arms...I am covered with an unshakable melancholy, longing to hold Joshua one more time...then out of no where, this image of a heart with Joshua's name and a halo has surrounded my thoughts. What could this image mean...after it all sinks in, I knew that I had to finally dive in, and get a tattoo for Joshua, for Brianna, and for Joseph...A tattoo with my babies' names...to declare my undying love for my children.
It's only fitting that if I'm going to get a tattoo, it should be a tattoo for my kids.
