Three months in the womb: we announced we were expecting you.
Three months of life: you had just started to roll over, move, and coo.
Three months: of you not being here…

Three of the most brutal months of my life have passed, and not a single day gets easier. I miss you as much as I did the first day you were gone; honestly, maybe even more…

Yesterday, as I was talking to Theo, I said that it feels so long ago that you were here. Before we know it, you will be gone longer than you had life. I really hate thinking or feeling that way. However, it is a reality that is approaching, and I am trying to mentally cope with that early.

You would be so proud of the healing we have done so far, but we have a long way, if not a lifetime of healing, to go.