I remember the first day I could spot you on your cloud.
You were watering the plants, yellow and purple flowers, and as you poured the water and giggled, a light rain started to fall outside my window.
I was so thrilled to finally have found you again after all the dark clouds of grief had finally passed by and left a clear blue sky for me to enjoy.
We promised to continue growing our family so that you would have siblings, and we kept our promise. You now have a little sister and a little brother, and we love telling them stories about what you and grandpa Dagge are doing up in heaven.
When it snows, we tell stories about how you throw snowballs at each other, and on us as well, because we know how much you love to play!
When the wind blows, we tell stories about how you are drying your angel wings, that got wet when you went for a swim.
When the thunder scares your little brother, we tell stories about how you and the other little angels are having a Bobbycar race up in the sky, with the rainbow acting as the race track.
When the sun shines, we tell stories about how you are playing with a mirror, sending us beams of light and love. Playing with the light on our walls and ceilings, and your siblings are laughing as they try to catch the beam.
When the autumn comes, we tell stories about how you and the fairies are painting all the leaves in the most amazing, radiant colours.
And when the spring finally arrives after a long, dark winter, we tell stories about how you and the fairies arrange for all the flowers, trees and animals to come alive again.
How I love those stories, and how I love keeping you with us through them.