Small Bump

You'd be almost 8 months old. I'b have your room ready, your name picked out and stamped all over the damn house. Clothes for you and be preparing to slip back into my clothes that used to fit me before you came along. I'd be a month away from having you in my arms, and seeing your face for the first time. Hearing your cry and your laugh. If only I had gotten the chance to meet you, to hold you hand even for a second... I miss you more than life itself and if I hadn't promised you to stay and be here for your future sibblings then I swear I'd be there now. I love you my child and I will never forget you, not even for a second.

I love you,

your Mommy.