Dear Jakey,

We are doing our Sunday thing. Giants game is on. Your brother is being a nut. Your daddy is doing some work. I am puttering around. I miss you. I stopped to look at a picture – the one of the 4 of us from the stroll this past year. I love that one because Ethan is staring at you with such adoration. Anyways, I stopped to look at it and my breath got taken away. I could hardly breathe. I had to sit on the couch. It hit me like a mack truck that I will never hold you again. That might just be the hardest part. Death is forever. Forever.