January 12th, Again

Happy almost-birthday, sweet boy. Double digits, they would've been a big deal. I wonder for the millionth time if you would have had Daddy's stunning cheekbones, his dark eyes and hair. Probably, dark genes are dominant. [I am stuck in town, I did not have your necklace, my ring, your candle with me. It felt funny. Kind of okay. But still funny.] I love you, always. Daddy still loves you, too, I promise.