56 weeks and you'd think I would have stopped counting? Never. I'll never forget you. I carried you, felt each hiccup and kick, heard your heartbeat time after time, and dreamed of who you would be one day.... I remember you and hold to your footprints given to me by the hospital staff (the only decent thing they did offer me from you).
My tiny dancer, dancing on stars and clouds way up above... Mommy misses you more and more with each passing day. You would be coming up on 8 months old had you shared your life with us but I understand that God had bigger plans for you.
Mommy loves you, Molli.
♥ CMR ♥
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