This should be Gabriels first Birthday.

It's hard to beleive that today I should be helping my child blow out a birthday candle. That I should be marking this day with wonder and happiness remembering all the firsts that have come. Instead I speak of a child lost. One who's frist will never come, who's voice I will never hear call for me, say I love, grow up to make me proud. You are with me always Gabriel, I miss you so.