Memory boxes and blue blankets

Hi Baby Boy,
Did you see me at the meeting last night? It only ended up being 3 of us to share our memory boxes and pictures (the topic of the night). I brought the scrap book I made while I was pregnant, and after you were with us. They said it was so beautiful. I could have brought so many other things, like our cards, your hat and booties, and your blue blanket. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring them out of the house. That was your blue blanket. It's all I have to physically remind me of you. That blue blanket... Joe even called the hospital to make sure they could send that blanket for me. I needed it then, as much as I do know. I guess bringing it out of the house, reminds me too much that comming home again, thats all I have of you. I'd give anything to have you instead of that blue blanket, but thank goodness for that blue blanket. You can see how attached I am to it. I won't even let Stanley the cat sleep on it. Its all mine. Its you.
I love you to the moon and back Baby Boy. I miss you.
Love, Momma

No sleep till Brooklyn

HI Baby Boy. I can't sleep at all, I miss you so much tonight I don't know what to do. All that comes to mind is the Beastie Boys "No sleep till Brooklyn" If only you knew how many club nights I'd be riding the zoo bus up (or down is it Grandpa W ) (For anyone outside of Toronto, the zoo bus is the one that runs after bars close and the subways have long since stopped...) I'd sing that song in my head, sometimes out loud all the way home. There sure were some interesting rides on the zoo bus. I shouldn't be telling you all this, you're too young Mr. Twinkle Toes. For all "of age" readers, you can immagine what kind of a ride that would be after bars close... Those were my good ol days. I wouldn't change right now for the world. I sure do love that Daddy of yours, and even though I don't know what to do, I know that you have changed my life forever Jack, and I am going to be even better. You'll see Mr. Twinkle Toes.
I love you, Good Night Baby Boy, as Grandma W. would say "sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite"
Sweet Dreams,
Love Momma