Dear Avie,
What is the weather like in heaven, my sweet?
It’s chilly here today.
I am not sure if it will turn to summer again.
I need the sun to come out.
Do you remember last summer, my sweet?
It was the summer before you left me.
We planted flowers together that summer.
You love to play in the dirt.
Your gentle hands helped me transplant all of the flowers into their little pots.
Our giggles and smiles filled up the summer air.
We did everything together.
Your hand was always in mine.
Sweet song of mine.
I am wishing for an endless summer time.
Xoxo- Mommy
