This… is a post I have wrote and rewrote a hundred times.
It doesn’t make sense.
One month is usually a highlight reel, this is it.
And it’s real.
None of it can and ever will make enough sense to me.
I tried writing this at exactly your time of birth and
I couldn’t do it.
There is nothing in my heart that could make my fingers write in the way I wanted too.
It doesn’t fucking make sense.
We wanted you so badly.
We still want YOU.
Your Daddy and I both know your beautiful little soul is here.
Throughout every second…every second, of every day, we see you.
We do, our girl.
We see you.
Each time a tiny bird crosses our path, we see you.
We watch you walk beside your Sissy in so many ways.
She talks to you.
Keep reaching out to her… just as you have been, she needs you.
Daddy and I both wish we had the same innocence as Sissy so we could connect with you as deeply as she has.
It’s just not the same without you here.
Nothing ever will be.
Happy One Month Willa Hain.
We love you more than tears, hugs or love could ever explain.
Here is your highlight reel our sweet girl.
Mama, Daddy and Oak.
p.s. we love you to the moon and back as long as we live.
p.s. we are all hurting.