She was exactly 21 days old, four years ago today.
Had she been born on THIS day four years ago, she would probably still be here.
Sweet Zoë Harper.
Your little sister doesn’t quite understand why I keep scooping her up for hugs and burying my face in her neck today. She’s humoring me with lots of drooly “mwahs” and she didn’t mind sitting in the rocking chair for an hour while I smelled the almond soap in her hair. We looked at the photo of your name in the sand that hangs on her bedroom wall. We played on the playground and had snack. We did all the things you and I never got to do.
Even though you aren’t here, you are always with us.
We miss you.