As I lay here with this headache that just won't quit my thoughts go to tomorrow. Nine months my baby girl has been gone. The same amount of time I carried her as close to my heart as one could get. The same amount of time I anticipated meeting her. Holding her. It feels strange that it now the same amount of time I have been anticipating meeting her in heaven and holding her again. Sadly I don't think it works that way. There is no full term time for meeting in heaven. No matter how much I wish there was. Apparently my job here is not done.
I just miss my sweet girl. How much things would be different right now.
My love flies to you on the wings of angels my baby.
I just miss my sweet girl. How much things would be different right now.
My love flies to you on the wings of angels my baby.