Dear Ryan,
Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Boy! Although you would be six years old today, you will always be my baby boy...my little one...my first born.
As the years pass since loosing you, I must admit that the pain I feel, while still real and raw, is no longer constant, but rather an ebb and flow throughout the days. Reminders of you are all around us, whether in actual items, friends going through similar losses, or Noah innocently talking about his "big brother Ryan". I think and wonder about what you would be like. How our life would have been different with you in it.
I long to hold you in my arms, feel the weight of you on my body, and smell your sweet aroma. I love you, baby boy. Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mama