I think of you often, my love.
In the quiet times, mostly.
When I'm in the shower, looking down at my angel winged baby feet.
But today my heart broke a little bit for you again.
You see, I was always convinced you were a girl.
and Hazel cried today, "why can't I have a sister?"
I wanted to tell her that she does.
That you are still there, watching over her.
Maybe when she's older.
Til then, keep watching over us, my sweet love.
We love you.