if i mention him enough, if i think about him enough. my life is so different from what i had pictured, before, during and after. i find it hard to find balance where i feel fine with how much/little i share about my boy, my family and myself. is there too much or too little? i feel like a broken record sometimes, but the truth is, my truth, that i feel the same, i miss him, i love him, i long for him, for his hugs, his kisses, his voice, laughter. i miss him being a present part of our family, a play partner to his siblings, dad’s little helper, 