Happy birthday, little one.
I think back on the past year and feel that too much time has passed since I last smelled you, and touched you, and kissed your head. It was a lifetime ago.
In the moments I feel robbed from so many years with you, I remember all the sweet moments I had carrying you for 228 days and being by your side for 39 days. When I think of all the love and joy you brought (and still bring) me, I feel grateful. To be chosen as your mom, in all the world.
I learned so much in my time with you, and God’s still teaching my heart more each day. Compassion, patience, gratitude, appreciation.
For your birthday, I’m joining you in worshiping God. Someday, we’ll do it together.
You are so loved and missed and cherished.