We love you

I want to be a mom. I want to be a mom. I want to be a mom. Wait, I am a mom. I am. I can't prove it with a child here on earth. My daughter is in Heaven. But, I am a mom. The most difficult kind of mom that exists, a bereaved mom. One who has to love and parent their child from a distance. That distance being Heaven and earth. Such a great distance, that most will never know. I can't and don't envy you. You will never have the life, love, faith, and relationships I have. Lucky you.

However, I can truly and honestly say, we wouldn't trade this life for anyone else's. We wouldn't give up our lives as parents to an angel. Our own personal guardian angel, how many people have that? If I knew when I got pregnant with Stella what the outcome would be, I wouldn't change a second. If I knew the intense, unending, heartache that was coming, I still wouldn't change a thing. I regret nothing. Nothing. Creating and growing you, baby Stella, was the most unbelievable, beautiful experience of my life, and always will be. The best. You mean the world to us, Stella. I know I've said it before, but you have forever changed our lives. And thank you for that. We want be better for you. We want to honor you, for the rest of our lives. With dignity and grace. Dignity and grace. You deserve it.

We have been sharing and honoring your life a lot lately. It makes us feel so great about what we created. Thank you, precious.

My heart is sick with love for you, baby girl…but...