I was never able to officially meet you here on Earth but deep down I know there must have been a good reason for this. You must have been too precious to join us here in this life. You taught me a lot in the three short months that I "knew" you. You made your daddy and I stronger. You brought us closer together.
I still think about you often. I wonder about how our life would be different. You would have been 2.5 this year for Christmas. You know I think about you on every Thanksgiving and Mother's Day? For some reason these are the days that jump out at me and make me think about you more than usual.
I admit that I was angry after you left us. I wasn't angry with you, nor was I angry with God. I was just angry with life. This wasn't supposed to happen to someone like me. I thought I had it all together. We had so many plans for you, for us as a new family.
Just one week after finding out that I was pregnant, your daddy had a crib picked out and we bought it for you. We sat in the nursery and put it together. We talked about all of our hopes and dreams for you. You were loved from the very first moment we knew that you existed. You are still loved today. You will always be loved.
I know we will officially meet once mommy gets to Heaven. I can't wait until that day. You can introduce me to your brother or sister that you have been playing with up there. You can take me to Jesus and tell me about how He held you in His arms and loved you. Then it will be my turn. I will hold you in my arms and love on you. We can thank Jesus for eternity that He brought us together.
I'll love you forever. I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.
Love, Mommy
