No I didn't forget, I could never forget. Life has just gotten in the way of my writing time...
It's been 22 months since I last saw your sweet face. I can't believe it's been that long and yet I still survive. Momma misses you, sweet girl. It's not an exaggeration when I say I think of you every day. Your gardens and gladiolas are finally in full bloom. I haven't been able to go out and photograph them yet, but I hope to this weekend if the heat and humidity doesn't kill me first. This summer is reminding me of the summer I was pregnant with you. But that summer, the heat was non-stop. At least, this time, we're getting some breaks in between. Your glads are beautiful though, lack of rain is taking it's toll. And the gardens aren't quite as pretty as they were last year thanks to my inability to weed like a mad person. But I promise, next year they'll be gorgeous again. I promise!
Butterflies are rampant again this year, thank you for all of the winks. I can't help but think of you every time one flies by.
Your little brother continues to grow and thrive. He will be here in less than 2 weeks. Daddy and I are excited to welcome him; just as we were excited for you. He amazes me everyday with his strength and tolerance. You would be so proud of him. I know you'd be a great big sister. Ahh, what would life be like if you were still here? A toddler and a newborn...I see a momma pulling her hair out, haha.
Missing you baby girl. Happy 22 months.
William Nye Heinrichson
2 weeks ago