Dear Nugget,
- I’m sad :
- that you died
- I never got to meet you in person
- I never got to bounce you on my knee or throw you in the air to catch you
- I never got to rush home for bath time
- I never got to see you learn how to walk, speak, play, love,
- I never hot to hear you crying, giggling or getting overly excited.
- I never got to see you grow up in to the amazing human being you were going to be
- I miss:
- talking to you through your mother’s tummy
- singing stupid songs to you
- dreaming about what you are going to look like
- imagining what you will be like
- imaginging who you’ll be
- imagining what your personality will be like
- I’m glad:
- you were ours
- we experienced a little bit of you
- you broke our fear of being not able to get pregnant
- You are in a better place than we could ever know with the Father.
