I miss shopping for my little boy. Strollers, bed sheets, pacifiers, clothes...I miss it all. Spent hours every day browsing every website I could think of, dreaming of Matthew and the use he would get out of the things I looked at. Now I am shopping for a lawn mower, a washer, and broken dreams.
The things I bought for him sit in the empty room that was meant for him, in the empty house he was to come home to, while Mommy's empty heart beats on.
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