My Sweet Lucy,

Happy seven months, baby girl. You were born 211 days ago, and each one without you has been so sad, and something important (YOU) is always missing from me. I keep trying to imagine what you’d look like now as a sweet seven month old, but I’m not sure if I’m getting it just right. One thing I know for sure is that you’d be oh-so-beautiful and adorable, and most certainly the apple of my and your Daddy’s eye… the light of our lives. You still are the light of our lives. Though my heart continues to ache for you all of the time, you’ve brought so much light into my life. You are the reason I get through the day with kindness, why I can smile, why I’m slowly becoming a better person than I was before. So much of what I do each day is to honor you, and I know your glowing light is what keeps me alive and thriving. I think these things would have been true if you could have stayed with us too because my love for you is so pure, and so much bigger than anyone could imagine. Even though this journey without you has been treacherous and painful, I wouldn’t hesitate to go through it all again just for a few more minutes with you, to hold you in my arms again. I love you beyond space and time, life and death. Being your mother is something I will always be so immensely proud of… I’ll always be yours and you’ll always be mine. And you’ll always be my heart.

I love you, Lucy.

Always and forever,
Mommy