Happy birthday, Charlie.

Today, my little star , you would have been two.

Today, I would have gone through two years of  sleepless nights, aching arms from endless jigging and extreme joy of having you in my life.

Today you might have been able to tell me what you would have liked to do on your birthday. I have learned to bake now, Charlie. I would have baked a massive pink monstrosity of a cake covered in marshmallows and strawberry jam and watched you go mental with sugar rush.

Today, I am reminded of how incomplete my life is.

I have missed you so, so much.