To My Baby Boy, Mommy decided to create a journal, but not just any journal. A journal written to you. I want to tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and how I know you are still with me in another form, so I know it's okay to write to you. You were always the one I went to with my joys, my sorrows, my happiness, my tears, so I've also decided to still let you know about the ups and downs of my life, but in a different way. I'm not going to talk much about the day you left, because what matters are the days you were here. Besides, all I really remember about the day you left is screaming, crying, and walking around in a cloud of shock. I don't want to remember the pain of you leaving, although I know it wasn't your fault. I want to talk about the immense, indescribable, complete, perfect joy you brought me. I don't even know where to start. You and I both know that we had our own language; we understood each other. I could be on the other