8 Months

Dear Sweet Payton,
Time moves so fast and slow at the same time. I cannot believe it is has been eight months since we held you in our arms. Eight months since we said goodbye. Eight months since you grew wings and flew to Heaven. I miss you every day but these last few months I seem to miss you even more, if that is possible. I constantly wonder what you would be doing. Sitting and crawling? What foods would you like? What would your favorite toy be? What would be your first word? I picture Tatum trying to change, dress, and carry you everywhere like she does her dolls. I imagine rocking you to sleep and kissing away your tears. Not a day goes by that I don't wish you were here.
Loving you always,
Mommy