It has obviously been a while since I wrote on here. The jungle didn’t grow. I lost my second monkey and I lost a part of myself. My sweet little boy keeps me busy all day, but when he goes down for a nap, the thoughts rush in. I miss my baby. He should have been making his appearance this month. I should have a baby in my arms, but instead I have a hole in my heart. How has it been three months since I said goodbye? Why did everyone else’s world go on turning when mine stopped? I believe he is an angel. I believe he is watching over us. I have to believe it, otherwise he is just gone. His name is Andrew John and he is my son. He is real, even if only to me.