Wow, you’ve officially been gone half as long as we were blessed with you on this earth. These past few weeks have been some of the toughest.

Mama and Daddy miss you, Archer. Sometimes the weight of missing you feels like more than we can handle. Just know we have each other, and we will be okay, no matter how hard it gets.

Your dad still comforts me whenever I cry. You know, he has always been the patient one with us. I still sing and make up crazy songs. I know you liked my songs, but dad still thinks I’m weird. When I sing worship songs, I feel closer to you than ever. I know we are both singing together and worshiping Jesus. I’m sure you’re saving me a spot in the choir right next to you.

We both love you. We are doing our best to make it through the days. The tears seem to come more frequently the longer you are gone. We talk about you a lot. We went to grief camp, going to another one next month, and we went to our first grief therapy session in person this week.

We are doing our best to keep you and your story alive. I worry we are not doing a good enough job, though. I’m your mom, and it feels hard to hear your voice or see your face because it’s been so long, and I have so few memories. How can I expect others, who didn’t know or love you the same way, to remember you? I hope you’re proud of us though.

Five months without you, Squish; the little light of our life. Five months of wishing you were here every moment. Five months of you in heaven; whole and perfect. However, just another day of loving you with all our hearts.