fourteen months ago today.
life keeps moving on.
my snowflake seems so long ago, and so far away.
and almost like something that happened to someone else.
in some ways i'm grateful for the anxiety. it's a physical reminder of my grief.
sh.it. i should really remember to tell my therapist about that.
i miss you, my little one. i haven't forgotten. even though some days it feels like i have.
i wish you were here too and i was trying to figure out how to prepare you for your sibling.