And this year it seemed to hit me harder. How just missing she is. How forever not here she is. The longing, it never ends.
I bought myself a cake and, as I do every year, I put the candles on my cake. One for each of my precious children. I blew them out and wished the impossible wish...then we relit them and the kids got one on each of their slices. It was fun and it was nice that Eva's candle was lit. But, man, as she gets older I almost miss her more, if that's even possible. The little almost four year old who would be totally into cake.
So without further ado...happy birthday to me.