Ashley would be celebrating her 26th birthday today.
I wish that I could tell her...
*He talks about you. He brings you up in conversation. He recognizes you in photos.
*Jax and I paid a visit to our beloved pediatrician this morning. He fell off a teeny tiny step last week, twisted his ankle, and became the incredibly proud owner of a scratch the size of a dime on his right ankle. Eleven days later, he is still limping and dragging his foot. No bruising. No swelling. No limited activity. After a thorough exam, the Dr. giggled, shook her head, and giggled some more. I thought of you.
*Every time he tells me that he is afraid, I think of you and wonder what you were afraid of.
*Random people are always telling me how crazy smart he is. I immediately think of you, and I am not surprised.
*Each and every time he experiences something new and his eyes light up, I think of you and wonder if you had the same experience.
*Every time he giggles, I think of you and wonder if you heard it too.
I discovered these photos on an old camera a few weeks ago. Each photo of Ashley and Jaxson is so precious to me.
