Today, my baby girl, you should be turning fourteen months old. You would be a toddler now. It's hard to fathom. I miss you so much. I miss chubby, sweaty feet and sharp finger nails trying to cut up my gums. I miss brushing your hair and trying to get it to lay down, all the while knowing that I liked the way it stuck up. I miss your fake cough and the proud little "look-at-me" face you would make afterwards. And I miss that face you were just starting to make when Max did something you weren't to sure of- you'd look at us with wide eyes and I could almost hear you saying, "what's with him?" or "did you just see that?"
It breaks my heart to think of how you would be now. It can't hardly even let my mind go there. I know you would be sweet but a little naughty. You would be at Max's heels all day long and I'm sure you like to help me with chores. You would crack us up with your funny faces and growls. I wonder what you would be saying...
I miss you so much pretty girl.
Thank you for the pink and purple sign this morning. Lots of people saw it. Daddy and I definitely saw it. And we know it what meant this morning. We know what you were telling us this morning. Thank you Peanut. We needed it.
I love you so much. Forever and ever.
Remembering March 15th, 2010