Today is your birthday. You would have been 12.

I never got to hold you, or to rock you to sleep, or tickle you and listen to you laugh. 
I never got to tuck you in at night, and kiss your forehead or wish you sweet dreams.
I never got to tell you I loved you, never got to brush your hair, or hold you when you cry. 
It’s hard to imagine my life with you, for I spend so much of it without you.

So happy birthday to my baby. May your grandparents in heaven, be there for you while I cannot.