My precious child,
It is hard knowing that if you'd been born on your due date, you would be turning ten today. We'd celebrate with your dad and I, and your Pops and Memaw and your Grampa and Yaya. You'd be reminded yet again that you are loved and cherished.
But that is not to be. Annaliah, I feel your loss so acutely this year. It's as though the brightness from the sun has disappeared behind a fog of grief. Precious one, we lost you and less than a year later, my beloved Gramma was killed. It's not fair. Life is not fair.
I don't need fair. I have faith. My God has chosen me, has spared me, loves me, provides for me. Even when unfair things happen, He is there.
But I want fair.
Annaliah, as your mother, my greatest desire is for you to be safe and happy, and most of all to walk with God. You are all those things now, and for that I am eternally grateful.
Happy birthday baby girl. You are loved and you are missed.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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