I find it hard to imagine you as a three-year-old. I look back at the handful of pictures we have and I can't seem to make the leap in my mind's eye. Even looking back at the newborn pictures of my son, it's hard to believe how much he has changed in just one year, let alone three. So most often Aiden I think of you as I remember you - a tiny bundle with furrowing eyebrows and a sweet kissable nose. And I think of how it felt to hold you for those short minutes - a distinct and definitely real weight in my arms. I am so thankful for those memories, and for the chance to have known you. I miss you baby boy.
Love you for always,
Auntie Meg
