"Life isn't about surviving the storm...it is about learning to dance in the rain." Anonymous

Sunday, July 22, 2012

A letter to my girl...

Dear sweet girl,

Tonight I cried for you like I haven't in a very long time. Crocodile tears....the kind that take your breath and make your knees weak. I'm not sure what brought this on. Grief just decided to rear its ugly head and bite me in the rear end. I used to cry at night alot after you died. I would wake up in tears and try to cry silently, so as not to wake up your daddy. I was thinking about you today and it hit me that you would be 2 1/2 this month (happy b-day, by the way). Two and a half! A little girl with your own personality. I wish I could paint your toenails. If I could have a day with you, I would even let you paint mine :). I wonder about you sometimes. I think you would have had red hair like your great grandmothers. When I think of you, it is the red hair that I see first. I wish we could have a pajama day and watch Beauty and the Beast.

Sometimes I worry that I am forgetting the essence of you....what your movement felt like, how you would somersault at night when I would get ready for bed. I wish I had cherished that more. You are so precious to me, sweet girl. I love you to the moon and back.



  1. Must be something in the water. I've been doing the same.

  2. Did I tell you I would live to be on the parent panel? Well, I would.

    1. We would love to have you come to the next panel.