Lindsay,

Just a week after you left, Cash took his first “real” steps.

Just a month after you left, we celebrated Cash’s first birthday.

Just two months after you left, we celebrated Thanksgiving.

Just three months after you left, we celebrated Christmas.

Everyday I wake up in our house filled with memories of you. I get in the car filled with memories of you. I back out of the driveway filled with memories of you. I drive the streets filled with memories of you. I drop the kids at the daycare filled with memories of you. I walk into the office filled with memories of you. I eat at the restaurants filled with memories of you. I return to the home filled with memories of you and as I tuck the boys in at night and crawl into bed, I do it alone. I do it alone again and again and again.

Well one day the boys will walk into school for the first time.

They will pull out of the driveway.

They will walk across the stage with diploma in hand.

They will walk out of their home for the last time and for the rest of their lives.

They will wait at the end of the aisle for their bride.

They will bring home their babies.

Through all of this… you’re coming with me.

Gabe