My love,
I haven't written you in a long time. I'm so sorry, I guess it's just made me too sad to do so. Another year has com before me, and I am just faced with another 365 days of dates...all for you. In six months it will be 2 years since you died. Two years too long...
 Your daddy and I thought we where going to have another baby this weekend. I was five days late, and I was in denial. Then Saturday I let my self believe that it could actually be true. I thought maybe you where coming back. I let myself actually believe, that I had life inside of this dying body. There would be two hearts instead of one...for  moment I let myself be happy. An hour later I found out that I was in fact not pregnant. You where not coming back, and you didn't find a sibling. I just cried.your dad was sad too. He sad that one day we would have more kids, we would get that second chance. When that day comes we would be so happy, but now we just miss you little man. You should be here with us. This isn't the life we where supposed to live, but live it we must. Our love became even stronger sweetness, you made us stronger.
 In two weeks it will be 2 years to the day that I found out that you where living within me. I've decided to kick off my fundraiser for the March of Dimes that day, that was one of the scariest and happiest days of my life, and you deserve to be honored for bringing me such joy and love to us.
 I feel so sad lately, but I feel hopeful. I love you my little dream.