Remember, remember......

He has your mouth.

And when I put him to bed I tuck him in tightly all around and say " You're my wee birdy in a tree, my wee mousy in a hole, my wee kitten in a well."

It breaks my heart that he'll never know you but I'll make sure he knows all about the man I loved: His big strong hands, the magical mystery tours, the youthful enthusiasm for life's small miracles and his impatience of my love of lazy mornings.

Happy birthday Dad. I love you and miss you every day forever.