A year. I just can't believe it's been a year, yet at the same time, I can't believe it's only been a year. In hindsight, time seems to have flown by this past year. But during the year itself, it seemed to be just crawling along. I don't know if that's because of the grief or because I'm getting older or both.
Daddy and I miss you very much. We would have liked to have spent your first birthday watching you eat your cake, getting frosting all over your face and in your hair. Instead, we visited your grave and brought you pink roses and a butterfly balloon. I hope that you can feel our love where you are.
Today, lots of family and friends told us they were remembering you. There are so many of them who love you too. You would have been such a spoiled baby had you lived. Not only would you have had your daddy wrapped around your little finger, but your Granddad H and Papa S too. Not to mention your Grandma H and Nana S and aunts and all the other "aunties" and "uncles". I am so sorry that you are missing out on all that.
Happy Birthday, Brianna. We love you, we miss you, and we always will.