I’m still here, right where you left me. Right where I’ve always been. Right where I’ll always be. I know, you know.

I imagine you playing, running, enjoying the sunshine, and playing ball. And blowing lots and lots of bubbles.

Then every once in a while, or maybe more often than I realize, you hear Mommy cry. So you peek in from behind your Heaven curtain to see if Mommy’s OK.

You slip inside my dreams and show me how you’re running on healthy, strong legs, and bouncing the ball with all your new friends, and smiling.

You’re always smiling. And you give Mommy that few moments of beautiful, pure, heavenly rest. Grief-less rest. And for the moment, Mommy is OK.

And every once in a while, hopefully a little more every day, you hear Mommy laugh. And you peek in again to see what’s making Mommy happy. Today it might be Daddy. He sure made you happy.

Or it might be something silly that reminded me of you. And you smile because those things are making Mommy laugh, not cry.

But, baby, it doesn’t matter how much time has passed. And it doesn’t matter how often you peek through Heaven’s curtain or visit me in my dreams, or how often I laugh or how much I cry. I will always, always think of you.

I am always here. I’m still here, right where you left me. Right where I’ve always been. Right where I’ll always be. I know, you know.