My nephew's first birthday was on Valentine's Day. His birthday party was over the weekend.
I didn't go to the party. But I did see pictures. He was adorable. The party looked like fun.
I didn't think it was going to bother me. But it did. And it still is.
In many ways it gets easier as time passes. But in many ways the kids around me that I love are a reminder of what might have been. Tonight it's the latter.