Today is our son, Landon's, birthday. He would be 13 today, but he died of a heart defect when he was a baby.
You'd think time would help, and it does maybe a little, but the sadness of losing him is as fresh some days as if it were yesterday. Last year was particularly hard. His birthday was on a Sunday and he would have turned 12. I could barely stand to look at those cute little Deacons passing the Sacrament.
One thing that does help me is the belief we have that someday we will have him back again to raise. Because we have been sealed together in our temple, we know that our family can be together forever.
(I just need to keep working hard every day to make sure we like each other enough to WANT to be together forever.)
Happy Birthday Landon.
I love you and I miss you so much.