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Letter to Aaron - There's Something about Holidays

Dear Aaron,

Hi peanut! How are you? I am having a bit of a rough day today so I thought I would write you a letter. I'm telling you what, I think there is just something about Holidays. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July just a nice kind of laid back holiday, but I still can't help but think of what we would be doing with you. Daddy and I are going to a baseball game and you could have come with us. I would love to see what your reaction would be to fireworks. Would you sleep through them, watch them, or cry through them? I am sure I would have found you just the cutest red, white and blue outfit. Daddy and I will both be off work so we would have found something fun to do.

This was also our first holiday without you last year. I am not sure what we did. I would imagine not a whole lot. At this point last year I think we pretty much tried to just make it through the day. I know that after the fourth last year is when I started working again last year. I went back a little more than part time and a little less than full time (like 30 hours). That was heck at first let me tell you.

Oh, daddy and I are going to see the Tranformers movie tonight. Daddy would have had you playing with Transformers as soon as I would have let him. He made you a sign in the NICU with Transformers stickers all over it. Nurse Heather and Nurse Karen always got a kick out of that. I talked to Nurse Heather not too long ago and she told me everytime she saw Transformers stuff she thought of daddy and you. That makes me laugh.

Well, I know I did not say too much, but I do feel a little better. I bet those fireworks will be beautiful from heaven. I love you baby boy and I miss you each and every day!

Millions and Billions of Hugs and Kisses,
Mommy

Comments

Anonymous said…
and....grandma could have been babysitting while mommy and daddy when to see the movie! love to you, baby Aaron.

Grandma Pam

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