Dear Isabella,
We can't buy you new toys or new clothes. We can't invite all your little friends over for a birthday party. We can't introduce you to all the things this world has to offer. We can't hold you tight and tell you that everything is going to be okay when you have a nightmare. We can't check for monsters under your bed, or even the ones hiding in your closet. We can't buy you a new puppy and watch you squeal with delight. We can't dry your tears when you have a boo-boo. We can't tickle you and hear your laughter. We can't give you hugs and kisses. All of these things we can't do because you're not here with us.
We can hold you and your memory close to our hearts. We can think of you everyday. We can talk to you every night when we say our prayers. We can think of the days you were with us, growing inside my belly. We can remember the sound of your heartbeat. We can remember how it felt the first time you kicked me. We can remember watching you wave to us on the ultrasound screen. We can remember how it felt to hold you. We can and WILL always remember you, our precious daughter.
August 17, 2003 is your 2nd birthday. We love and miss you so much! Happy Birthday in Heaven, sweet angel girl.
Love, Mommy and Daddy |
