Dear baby,
Today was supposed to be your due date.
I should be holding you in my arms, counting your tiny fingers and toes, and learning all the little things that make you you. Instead, I’m sitting here thinking about the life we never got to have together.
I only knew you for a short time, but I loved you from the moment I knew you were there. Losing you at 7 weeks didn’t make that love any smaller. It didn’t make you any less real, and it didn’t make me any less your mum.
I often wonder who you would have looked like, what colour your eyes would have been, and what kind of little personality you would have had. Those are things I’ll never know, but I still think about them.
Today, more than anything, I just want you to know that you were wanted, you were loved, and you are remembered. Not a day goes by that I don’t carry a piece of you with me.
I miss you, my sweet baby. And on the day that should have been your birthday, I’m sending all my love to wherever you are.
Love always,
Mum ❤️

















