Today my darling first born would have been 18 months old. She would be talking, admittedly nothing we would likely understand, walking, we might even be starting potty training. She would be weaned, eating all solid foods. So many firsts, so many things we missed out on with her. We miss her so much, every day. We watch her beautiful sister grow and thrive and although I would not trade a minute of that for anything it does highlight just what we have lost with Grace.
My beautiful first born, I think of you daily and wish you were here to love on your baby sister. I hope so much that we will be together again some day, some how, some where.