Happy birthday, sweet boy.
Today, I miss you, but in a sweet way. We are having a birthday party for Seth, and I wish we were offering you your first taste of cake, too. I can just see a chubby-faced cherub with icing on your chin.
Your stocking is hung on Nonna’s banister. Your ornament is…..well, it’s here. I’m not sure where it got off too. (ahem. Big brothers and all that.) And of course, you are in our hearts always.