It's unavoidable that today I feel sad. I miss her. Terribly.
But it isn't really different from any other day of the year for me.
One of my biggest fears is that Maximilien will have to endure the pain of losing his mother at a young age. I know that I can't control life. But how do you teach your child that sometimes life isn't fair? I don't know how to teach these life lessons.
But I do know how to love my baby. And he sure does know how to love his Mama.
Tonight before bed:
"Mama, calin?" and he threw himself into my arms for a big bear hug.
And then he stood back and said, "Mama, buh buh?" (kisses in Korean) and showers me with kisses on my cheeks.
My son. My hope. My heart.