I made you a pac-man cake... I dont know why. Pac Man? Really? But I did... It's a butter cake, with chocolate frosting... I cut out a piece and sent it home with your PawPaw, to make the mouth, and then placed a candle for the eye. I couldnt help but smile when I looked at it, even though, to think of you as a 17 month olf toddler, brings tears to my eyes. Would you be waddling around, picking up the binkies of Bobby and Maya off the floor? Would you be telling us that you wanted to use the big boy potty? Would you be excited to have a big boy bed, in the "boy's room" with your big brother and little brother? What would life be like, with you at the center of two sets of twins? With five, 2 and under?
You are still here. Always. We feel you every single day. And honor the Native American proverb that says you will always live as long as someone lives to remember you.
We love you.