In every corner of my house there are reminders of you.
Your bath toys.
Your books and toys.
Baby food in the refrigerator.
Shoes on the floor.
Your clothes in the hamper.
Your wheelchair in the van.
In every corner of my mind there are pictures of you.
The way you crawled across the floor.
The way you peeked around the corner.
The way you reached up for me to hold you.
The way you laughed so hard you couldn’t hold your head.
The way you turned the pages of our stories.
I inhale and I breathe in scents that were uniquely you.
I close my eyes and I feel the way you touched my face. Your hair brushing across my cheek. Your head resting on my chest.
In every corner. In every moment.
I still feel you.