I met a little boy today. He's such a fun kid, full of energy, spunk and laughter. He's your age you know, born the same month as you. Yeah, he just turned 5 a couple of weeks ago, and I realised tonight that he was just a tiny baby at your funeral. Your Dadda and his Daddy were friends when they were kids, so I reckon you would have been great friends with this fun little guy too.
Your big sister had a great time playing with him and his little brother tonight. I'm sure you would have had a ball too. There was Lego all over the place! Trucks and fire engines, pirate ships and airplanes. Even Lego Indiana Jones on the wii!
I sometimes wonder what kind of little man you would be now. Would you be cheeky or stubborn? Would you be rambunctious or maybe a bit timid? Would you like Lego like your cousins do, or maybe airplanes and trains? Grubs and bugs or footy and racing cars?
I should be organizing a birthday party for you for this week, instead I'm planning on just keeping busy so that the reality of the day won't be so suffocating.
I just want to sing happy birthday to you and see a larger than life smile fill up your gorgeous little face, to see you make a birthday wish, to eat chocolate cake together.
To hug you, even just once.
I love you son, and wished you knew just how much I miss you.
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