I was thrilled — no, ecstatic — when I learned I was pregnant with you. Each day I fell a little more in love as this tiny life grew and stirred inside me.
I couldn’t wait for you to be born so I could finally meet you! Yet, I feared losing the special bond that only we could share.
I imagined what you’d look like with your father’s green eyes and my curly blonde hair, or perhaps my brown eyes and his black hair.
O, had you lived, my precious, precious angel.
O, had you lived!