This morning in the shower I started thinking about my parents going from having no grandchildren to having two within a couple weeks of each other come this winter. Somehow this should-be beautiful thought suddenly became a horrible reminder of our lost baby and I found myself crying harder than I have in a long time.
Even in my happiest times, I think I will always miss this baby who I never held, never laid eyes upon, never met, yet who I loved with my entire heart and wanted nothing more than to protect and watch grow into a beautiful person.
I know God had bigger plans for me. I know that this child growing inside of me now has two parents who are anxiously awaiting every glimpse we can get of who he or she is. We can't wait to know this baby and love it with everything we have. But I will always miss my little angel.