This weekend, you kept wanting Mommy to carry you. You would be crying until Mommy carried you. Looking out of the window seems to calm you down. We stood by the window, watching the birds fly by and hearing them sing.

As Mommy told you about what's going on outside our window, you relaxed and leaned your cheek against mine. So comfortable, so contented. We stood by the window, enjoying each other's company and wishing Daddy was here with us.