Today is a special day,  it is Andrew’s 10th birthday.  There are so many things I would like to write today but I can’t.  We are going to celebrate at Olive Garden today.   This is not going to be an easy day for me.  Andrew loved holidays and special days,  now they seem so empty to me.  I don’t like any of them.  There is apart of me that wishes we could just do away with all holidays.   Then I remember how much Andrew loved them.  Things that remind me of my son are bitter sweet.  Every time I walk into our living room and see the bay window I am reminded of the hospital bed that sat in front of it, and can almost hear Andrew calling out “Daddy”.  When I look in his room,  I always thing of the excitement of the morning of our wish trip.  He sat on the edge of his bed as I put his shoes on he smiled from ear to ear and kept asking if it was time yet.   Every time I walk in the church I see him sitting there in his shirt and tie, so happy for the special shirt Aunt Annette made for him so he could dress for church again.  I guess as hard as holidays are  for me, they do remind me of my Super Andrew, and I am thankful for that.   Happy Birthday Andrew.  I love and miss you very much.

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