The Part of Me That's Missing

I hadn't thought about you for awhile. Thursday night when I was getting ready for bed, you popped into my head unexpectedly. I was a little sad, but mostly just told you how excited I was to meet you in heaven someday. Then as I laid down, it hit me that it's mid-August. You would have been due any time now. The tears came, and I tried to keep from sniffling and waking your dad, but he heard me. He asked me what was wrong. When I told him, he patted my arm and fell back asleep. It's not that he doesn't feel sad, too, it's just different for him. It has gotten easier with time, but there will always be a part of me that's missing. Love you, baby.