Three babies in heaven.
Three calendar dates to remind us that there are no birthdays.
Today, baby number three, it was supposed to be yours.
It’s been a hard year, enduring every month with no growing belly to mark it’s passage. And even though we weren’t blessed with your physical presence, your life has forever altered the course of ours.
Your heartbeat put a new purpose into mine.
We miss everything we never knew about you. Every day. Until eternity brings us together again.