Eleven

11 freaking months.

My emotions seem to be in and out of a state of chaos.

His daddy should be here.

I shouldn't be celebrating these milestones alone.

It breaks my heart.

As much as I would like to cut him out of my life, I can't.

Because of this little boy.

My little gift.

And those photos.

9 years of memories.

Burned in my mind and saved on the cloud.

I want to forget, but I don't.

We were a family once.

For a while.

So my heart hurts as I learn to let go.

Remember the sweet and the bitter and the sour and the spicy.

Remember it all.