Baby girl….21…..I am speechless.
I’m not ready to let go.
The day she was born was the scariest, best day of my life.
It was uphill from there……but this part is getting tough.
My heart hurts.
I want her to be little again and to climb on my lap…..and to dream of the day she would “grow up”.
Not face the day that she has.
Tonight we found this little turtle by the pool.
We have lived in the country for years.
We have seen turtles.
We have never found a baby turtle in our yard….never had one by our pool.
After Freebirds party one of her friends showed us the baby turtle by the pool.
Is God giving me a turtle to replace the loss of my baby girl?
Ummmm……….I’m not feeling it.
My daughter loved it
It is in a bowl in our kitchen.
Doesn’t it make this day more wonderfully emotional, by scrolling through my pictures and seeing this.
I need help.
Afraid my hair is going to go up in flames?
Scared she is going to spit on me?
Calling out to all turtles by moving my neck like one?