Morning baby boy. There is no real reason for this thought. Its not an angelversary or key date, its just another day with you not physically here. I miss you and its hard facing another heart breaking day. You were a big fan of Sundays. You'd wander into my room with the pancake flipper asking me to make you butter pancakes which, of course I would do. After pancakes we'd head out to the park where you'd whizz around on your cart or carp, as you called it. We'd play tag or hide and seek before heading home. Then there would be paw patrol or peppa pig on the tv before we'd make pizzas and burgers out of play doh or play the horrid Henry game or pig goes pop. You'd be snacking on chopped apple, hoops and milk or cheesy crackers as we played, all washed down with ice and water. At some point you'd ask what dinner was and your eyes would light up when I said chicken and gravy, roast potatoes and broccoli. We don't eat that anymore. I just can't seem to make it knowing that you aren't here to eat it. Same with pancakes. They are a special occasion thing now, not a Sunday thing. Horrid Henry game hasn't been played and your carp is gathering dust in your room. It's 1040 and I still haven't dragged myself out of bed. The boys are happily plugged in to devices. I know I need to get up, tackle the homework issue, the house cleaning, the washing. I know we should get out in the fresh air. I know that we need to make it through another day without you but the days just aren't the same without you in them 💔💔💔