I had written yesterday that I wanted to start a tradition of writing to our baby every year on October 15th.
Unbeknown to me, Tom had already done so. He gave this to me last night when I got home from work. Framed. I read it and cried. It took me a while to read it because I couldn't see through the flood of tears welling up in my eyes. All I could say was, "thank you", and bury my face in his shoulder.
Finally, after almost 6 years, we're beginning to grieve together, differently, but together. I am so incredibly grateful. This will be hanging on the wall next to my vanity in our bedroom. I'll see it every morning as I begin my days and every evening as I prepare for sleep.
Thank you, honey, for such a beautiful gift.