Dear Andrew,

This weekend we went to get your foot prints and hand prints framed.  It's something I've wanted to do but haven't found a place that would do what we wanted.  We finally found the man this weekend.  He looked at your picture and commented on what a beautiful baby you were.  He asked us how old you were.  We told him you were three months old and he commented on how we must have had some sleepless nights over the past few months.  We just nodded and agreed.  I wanted to scream we have had sleepless nights but not in the way you are thinking.  This happens a lot...I want to tell anyone your story.  It's my way of keeping you alive and proving that you lived.  I lie awake at night thinking about how you should be three and a half months old at this point.  We should have little smiles and cuddles and dirty diapers.  Instead your room is just getting dusty and everything lies around unused.  I think about what you would be like at three months.  I think you'd have some little curls like you did when you were born and big eyes.  I never saw your eyes and I always wonder if you had mine or your fathers.  I think I'll always do this for the rest of my life...imagine where you should be at that point in my life and what you would look like.  I know no matter what the future brings I will love you and miss you for the rest of my life, my precious little baby.