Twenty months without our sweet boy; it feels like a new ‘milestone’ being out of the teens and into the twenties.

Last night, I had a dream and saw our little guy. He was happy and healthy. He was in his cute little grey sweat suit, and we were carrying him around some type of fair/festival. He had the biggest smile on his face and was happy, per usual. He was around 8ish months of age. (These pictures are exactly how he looked in my dream!)

The dream had no meaning, and nothing profound happened, but seeing him felt so real and was enough for me. However, as the day progressed, it felt much more challenging than usual. I find many tears continue to fill my eyes and fall down my face. Then I looked at the date. It’s a Thursday, which is also the 14th, just like when he passed.

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Hey Archer –

Every piece of me misses you so much and desires to hug and kiss you again. As the holidays grow near, your absence is felt. Daddy and I continue to reminisce about your first Christmas. Daddy loves to talk about how much you enjoyed all the bright lights around you. I love to bring up how much you loved wrapping paper, getting your hands into it, and tearing it to pieces.

We did make non-intricate ornaments at Bo’s Heavenly Clubhouse in your honor this week. You would have loved them because they were made unique, with love just for you.

We also still talk about what you are doing in heaven and how much you probably don’t miss us (because you are having a fantastic time with God).

None of this makes missing you easier. None of it changes the longing we have to have you ‘show up’ in our home like your death never happened.

You are loved and missed tremendously!
Mama