I’m fighting sleep with every ounce of my being.
I don’t know how to face tomorrow.
One month.
One month since I lost my baby.
One month since I last told Tanner I loved him.
One month since I saw him smile.
I’m so tired I’ve made myself sick and am literally puking. But puking seems better than facing reality.
I don’t want to sleep: sleeping means waking and waking means tomorrow.
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Oh, my baby boy, how I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss how cool you knew you looked in everything you put on. What my shattered heart wouldn’t give for just one more minute with you, one more smile, one more kiss, one more bootie shake, one more snuggle, one more “mom”, one more flying spider hug, one more chance to cut your meat or heat your milk, one more Frozen sing-along, or one more I love you. I love you more today than yesterday, and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today. Meet me in tomorrow. 
