Not long now, beautiful. Not long at all.
Would you believe that I got all teary eyed and emotional as I put the shopping away earlier. Because for the first time in months I was able to buy everything you love, knowing you'd soon be here to eat it. I bought surprises for you that I held close to my chest smiling, as I pictured your innocent little face lighting up when you saw them.
And when I entered your room, although my heart pained slightly still...it wasn't as bad. Because soon, soon you'll be in it once more, and we'll play silly games and you'll drive me crazy with the mess you make and running in and out of mummy's room...and I can't wait. I'm so excited.
{I love you so much.}
All of this time and there hasn't been a single second where I haven't thought of you, even when I was in the deepest depths of depression and being slowly strangled with an invisible noose. You were the reason I fought that little bit harder, the reason why I refused to give up even though I so desperately craved release, desperately craved the luxury of being allowed to finally...rest.
But with you here, how could I ever give up? The answer is simple. I couldn't. I couldn't then, and I would never be able to. Not when you are my whole world and I would do anything for you. I'm counting the seconds, baby. Just a few more days, that's all.
