Today seems like just another reminder that my daughter is gone. It makes me mad to become a year older, when Ellie didn't even reach her first birthday. You aren't supposed to out live your child. It's not fair that there are people out there that are selfish, mean, evil and they live to be old, bitter people. Why do they get to live full lives and my innocent sweet Ellie does not? I'm angry I didn't get to celebrate one of my birthday's with my WHOLE family. It was yet another holiday, event, celebration that Ellie didn't get to be a part of. Really, I guess today wasn't any harder than any other day since she left. I think about her all the time. With each breath I sense her absence.
I appreciate all the "Happy Birthdays" I've received today, it's nice to know that people are thinking of me. But at the same time, I'm thinking, "It's not a Happy Birthday." I just keep thinking about the other birthday party I'm planning right now. It's going to be the best ladybug 1st birthday party anyone has ever seen. Except for one thing, there won't be a guest of honor.
My baby girl~ I miss you. I miss you so much. I spent most of the day thinking about you... about your soft skin, the little fat rolls around your wrist, your cankles, your one ear that stuck out and your little growl. I love you little girl! ~Mama
I love this picture of Ellie. She was about 24 hours old. It's not a very picture but it's "so Ellie." Her fuzzy head, wrist rolls, fingers all spread out funny on one hand and her other hand on her nuk. And warm fuzzy footie jammies.