20 weeks

20 weeks, 140 days.    I miss you so much.   I wish your stuff smelled like you, but you were allergic to all of the scented soap....other than sweaty boy, you didn't have much of a scent.    I miss you falling asleep on us at night in the living room, you didn't make it all the way to bedtime most nights, probably because you got up so incredibly early most days.   I miss my morning buddy on the couch when I eat breakfast.  You and your blanket.  The church built a playground in your memory, they finished today.   I'd much rather have you here to play with on a playground.  You would love it.