It all started with a little girl who died before I ever got to see her live. Her name was Amelia and she was our fourth child and this year, she should be four years old.
She was loved from the beginning of her conception thru the moment we heard of her fatal diagnosis and the poisonous words ‘she will die’. She was loved with each and every heartbeat, in every dream and small hope we held on to through the end of her life at a full term of 40 weeks and one day.
I cannot believe that her life was so brief and there are still days that it takes my breath away, hearing my children speak her name to strangers because they want everyone to know her.
I choose to celebrate even in the agony of grief because I honestly am so very grateful for her and the push she gave me to be here in this moment.
I miss and love you sweet baby girl.