Today should have been the day. The day we met you. Held you. Loved on you. The day Dylan became a big brother. What an amazing day it would have been for all of us. But instead today is nothing. Just another day. Nothing to celebrate. There is no you. No chubby cheeks to squish. No little face to kiss.
Would you have had a lot of hair just like your big brother did? Would you have looked like him or completely different? What would we have named you? Gosh so many questions to think of when I think of you. I have been dreading this day. This month. This was going to be your birthday. We were supposed to meet you. And become a family of four.
Instead it is just an empty due date.
Love always,
Mama
