As your due date gets closer and closer, I miss you more and more. Your dad and I went to Target the other day-- I'd been having a particularly tough day. I'd wandered over to the baby stuff, and while I was there, I found a blanket that was perfect. It's fuzzy, green with white dots, has an embroidered ladybug and says "Little love bug". We used to call you our 'little bug', so finding a blanket that said something close to that was wonderful.

Lea, who's almost six months now and who's the size of a full grown cat with the brain of a kitten, loves your blanket. She'll wait till I'm asleep, and then burrow under the covers and wrap herself in it. I'm not sure how she manages to get buried in your blanket without my noticing (since it's usually in my arms), but when I wake up, there she is, bundled up under the covers and looking at me like "Oh, hey. Is it morning already?". She's a great little kitten.

I miss you so much, darling. I can't understand how your dad handled everything like he did. Some days, it frustrates me. Some days, I'm envious that he doesn't seem to feel the pain of not having you as sharply as I do. I miss you so much, little one. I wish that you'd gotten to stay. There was so much that I wanted to teach you, and that I wanted to help you learn about in life.

I'm always thinking of you.

- Loki