“This is the first year we haven’t had an infant around in a while.” – Said by my mother at the family Christmas party yesterday.
Except, there should have been an infant. My Nora should have been there. She should be a bouncy, bubbly, perfect 10 week old. But she’s not and she never will be.
No matter how much I love Baby G and how much fun we’re having… something is missing and always will be.