It has to get better soon. Very soon.
My heart hurts more everyday. We miss him so much. And although we know he is happy and whole now in heaven, our selfishness wants him here with us.
We want to take him to church with us, to the park, the zoo and Disney World, we want to tuck him in at night and comfort him when he cries. We want to welcome him into our bed when he is scared of the storm, had a bad dream or needs his tummy rubbed. I want to wipe his messy face after dinner, hold his hand, kiss his toesies and bandage his scraped up knees.
We want to teach him about Jesus and how to tie his shoes. I want to help him with his homework and give him advice on girls. We want to see the man he would have become. But God didn't want that for us, why??