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.