Lately I’ve had so many bittersweet reminders of what I am missing out on with Willow & Hazel.
Smiles, coos, kicks, fits, purple crying, dirty diapers, farts, everything.
I know I am lucky. Not everyone gets what I have, but that doesn’t mean it makes it any better. It doesn’t bring them back. I still miss my daughters like hell. My heart aches. I can see parts of them everyday, but not all of them….