Dear Andrew,

Today I finished your baby book. 

I finished it.

This book was supposed to hold your first year of life.  It was supposed to be an ongoing work in progress documenting your life.  All of the pictures I was going to take of you growing up, all of the milestones you were supposed to achieve, and all the smiles the three of us would share.  Instead, I'm left with a baby book that is only half full and all of the pictures are full of tears and sadness.  There is nothing more to add and there never will be and it breaks my heart.

I love you, baby.