Daddy and I came to visit you yesterday. It was hard. We went shopping for flowers worthy of being put on your grave...but we could find none.
So we settled for a semi pretty bunch of yellow and orange flowers. They scream "happy"...even though we are not.
There are so many little graves around yours. The one nearest to you belonging to a little boy named Mason. :) Daddy says that y'all must be friends in Heaven. He joined you and Jesus in February.
It breaks my heart all over again every time I visit you there in that cemetery. I hate that word cemetery. I hate headstone, I hate silk flowers...and I especially hate carnations.
Daddy picked up some pink carnations for you, and I immediately placed them back on the shelf. Carnations remind me of death, and that's something that I'm reminded of enough without having to add to it.
I just want you to know that we love you Little Girl - and we always will. You're the most beautiful baby I'll ever know.
Until next time....