6 weeks we have survived without you Payton. I have no idea how we’ve made it, but we have. I woke up at midnight last night crying, missing you. I miss your smile, your hugs, your silliness, your snuggles, having you next to me or on me all of the time. I miss finding your random selfies on my phone. I miss our funny conversations of “what if this happened…”. I miss you asking me to do your hair a certain way, or you asking me how you looked after you got ready to go somewhere. I miss reminding you to buckle up in the car. I miss hearing you say “Daaaang Pates!”, when you did something you were proud of like running fast or eating all of your dinner. I miss you, all of you, but most of all I miss how you loved me.