I took Silas to the car show in town today. I don't know anything about cars, but we walked up and down the streets, and I said, "There's a red one, and a blue one, and a white one . . ."
Someone shouted my name and came running up. I can't remember her name for the life of me, but she was in my childbirth class when I was pregnant with Gabriel. She congratulated me on the new baby and we chatted for a bit, and I tried not to stare too much at her little boy. Gabriel would be his age, give or take a couple weeks. Gabriel would be scrambling out of his stroller, and toddling along the street holding his daddy's hand. Gabriel would be so big . . .
He's been on my mind for the past couple days. I had to take a bathroom break at work yesterday to cry it out. I've grown another year older without him today, and it doesn't feel like a very happy birthday.
He's always there, of course. He's all over this house. I carry him with me everywhere, and he's in Silas, too