Nate,
I miss talking to you, directly at least. I don't know whether my words or thoughts make it to you in heaven. I ask God to relay my love to you. I miss teaching you, trying to get you to say "Crackers, please", instead of "Cackah peas". I miss bringing you to the train museum. Mommy and I were talking about how the snow in the yard is so clean, no footprints in it, and it looks so lonely. I talk to Micah all the time, but that doesn't take the place of talking to you. It feels good, and I love him dearly, but that doesn't take away how much I miss you. Nate, I loved every minute I was with you. Cleaning up after you, changing your diaper, all of it. Micah is a happy little boy, and you would have loved to have played with him here. I don't know if he's going to like trains yet, but he seems to really like music, especially singing. I'm still trying to decide whether I'll read "Goodnight, moon" to him, and play the "where's the mousie?" game. Holy cow, you would be 5 now. What would you be doing? Anthony misses you. Would you be playing games on the iPad like he's doing? Probably...you loved puzzles. Ani is very, very slowly getting better, and we are doing all that we can to help her. I never stop thinking about what I could be doing better to serve her. I have been late this year in donating to a charity in your name, but I'll get to it, I promise.
I've only one thing to say in closing, Nate......"Cars!".
Daddy
