Yesterday was your birthday, and you were not home to share it with us. We currently live on the edge of hope...trying hard not to get hopes up too high while being unable to contain our joy that maybe, yes really maybe you will be home soon. It was just yesterday at someone else's birthday party that I was ticking off the various birth months of our kids...and you and your sister were included. We joked about how we had somehow managed to spread them all out throughout the year, as if we had any control over that at all.
I sent you a package and I know you will not receive it on your special day. I want more than anything to make you a LaJoy cake with sprinkles and toothpicks, to give you a hug, and to let you know you are already embraced in the loving fold of a family that will cherish you forever. For that is the truth, we all talk about you and think about you daily. You don't know it, but you are already burrowed deeply within our hearts as "our sister" and "our daughter". You are NOT forgotten, you are NOT alone...and with God's grace soon you will feel that too.
I wish for you peace, happiness with no fears for the future, and a carefree childhood for the time that remains. I wish for you bedtime kisses, stories snuggled next to your siblings, giggles on the trampoline, and yes...even every once in awhile a "He touched me!" and an exasperated "Mommy, can you make him leave me alone!".
Everything we are doing right now includes you in our planning, our thoughts, our dreams. I know for a fact your dreams are including us as well. Hold tight to them, my sweet little girl. We're doing all we can to make them come true, but God has His own schedule and it is perfect.
Happy, Happy Birthday, my daughter. Wish you were here...