I filtered the picture, because you looked a little red. I cropped the picture to show just your hand, because maybe it would make people cry to see you. I cry when I see you, because you look so beautiful. So peaceful. And today Axel, you are five. I look at photos of babies who couldn’t stay, dressed in tiny clothes and I wish someone had thought to dress you too. Because my mind was so overwhelmed the morning you died, I didn’t know what to do. I love the pictures of you, but maybe, sometimes, I would like to say look, that’s my second son. It’s okay, they know about you, because I told them how you made me a better person. Happy birthday Axel, I love you