Spring is here.
It makes me aknowledge the passing of time.
It means I am getting farther away from the day that I last held my infant son.
Farther away from my son.
I want time to stop.
It should always be that day on Jan. 7 when I gave birth to your still little body.
During that snowstorm that lasted for the whole next day making so much of the city stand still.
My baby boy, still.
