-i still miss my baby. every. day.
-every now and then it still hits me hard out of nowhere.
-the missing brings me to tears occasionally, but the daily tears are long gone.
-in my mind, she is a five year old with big brown eyes.
-at least once a week i look at asher and scarlet and wish she were here.
-her chair is the most noticeably empty at church.
-i cringe every time someone fails to acknowledge her as one of my children.
-i smile when someone speaks her name or asks about her or lets me ramble on about her.
-i love the visual reminder sophia is of what she would be like at this age and what she might be interested in.
-i have come to accept that will is the only person who still shares my grief.
-a piece of my heart is missing.
-i feel homesick for her sometimes. (like now)
-i know this is how it will always be, and that is okay.
-i have come to peace with most of the details that used to haunt me.
-she is usually not the first thing on my mind each morning, but i think of her often each day.
-i know i will have her again.
-i thank god for the savior who made that possible.
-i am five years closer to seeing her again :)
