Happy birthday my sweet girl. I found the washer you sent me Sunday and saw the white butterfly today at exactly 1:58PM, the exact moment when you came into this world and forever changed my life for the better. Today I have been thinking about that last birthday you had here on earth and how lucky I am that you invited me to go to the Reds game with you and your friends. We had so much fun together. I miss you so much that it hurts and I wish you were here. Everyone thinks that time heals everything, obviously they have never lost a child such as you. For me, time makes the pain deeper and your absence greater. I look for signs of you everywhere and in everything. I know you are around watching over everything but I really wish you were here. It is so hard to see all of your friends getting married, finding their dream jobs, having babies, and buying houses, and knowing you will never have the opportunity to experience any of those things. I will never understand how or why God decided to take you while others right next to you survived. I know it was not random but rather for a greater purpose. I know it, but I can't accept it. It is so unfair that you were taken, your kind nature and infectious smile that caused everyone to feel special in your presence. I hope you are celebrating in heaven.
Love you whole in this world,