My Max-a-roni

Losing my beautiful little girl is far the hardest thing I have, and hopefully ever will, experience. There have been times when I am not sure that I will make it. There are days when I just want to stay in bed, covers pulled up, lights off, blinds drawn with my face buried in Elle's blankets. And if we didn't have Max, I think that's how I would have spent every one of the last 76 days. Even though I don't necessarily want to get up everyday, I do. For Max.

I am so thankful for my Monkey. Our Maxer has been cracking us up since he was very little...

Whether he is wearing Daddy's boots...

"Using the potty chair..."

or taking all of the cans out of Grams & Gramps pantry...

cramming himself into small spaces...

or the tupperware drawer...

or pretending to be a kitty...

it is his little face that gets me up in the morning. It's watching his cheeks jiggle while he runs and the way he does things the same exact way everytime. It's because his first sentence was "I'm a baby rhino."

I love you Max Joseph!