I wish she’s somewhere beautiful. I wish she was still here.
I remember the shock and amazement of seeing the double line. I remember holding that sweet little princess against my chest and how it just felt right. I remember sweet baby noises and kissing her little nose. I remember hearing her heartbeat for the first time. And the last.
I could not believe how easily I just fell into the rhythm of being her mom. And how the most abnormal of circumstances just became our everyday.
If only I had one more day. One more chance to snuggle. One more kiss.
I am trying.
I am holding on to hope.
I am Zoey’s mom.