Thirty-One Months

My little Owen would be thirty-one months old today. Past the two-and-a-half mark, working his was towards three. It's strange to think of, because to me he is still a tiny newborn, cradled in my arms. Thirty-one months of missing my sweetheart, but only a moment for him. How I miss you, my little bean. How very much I love you. Happy birthday, little one...