Dear Jack,

Happy birthday, baby.  I can't believe it's been four years since you were born.  And I can't believe it's been almost that long since I held you.  You're little brother, Liam, is nine weeks old.  Sometimes I forget how tiny you were and how short your nine weeks were.

I loved your little face and how inquisitively you looked at everything.  I loved how sweet you were and how all the nurses were in love with you.   I wish could see you turn four.  I miss your little face and how you looked at me from your cute little eye.  But I'm glad you are not sick any more.  I'm glad you are somewhere where you will never have to have another surgery or test or tube.  And I hope you had a great day today.  I can't wait to see you again someday.

I love  you.

               love, 

                            Mommy