You are the tiniest thing I have ever loved so much.
Almost as soon as I knew you were here, you were already gone. I didn't have enough time to dream of what your little face would look like or what your sister's would have looked like when she met you late next spring. I didn't have enough time to give you a name or smell your soft hair or show you sunshine, music and Christmas. I just didn't get any time.
Still I am so grateful for your sacred life, for the chance to be your mom, and for the time we shared as one body. You are the tiniest thing I have ever loved so much.
Love, Mama
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