This is always the bittersweet week. The week when one little one would have been born but was gone months before. But it was also the week when one small red head sparked into being.
I wonder who you were, what you might have been, to know the unknown - I must continue to wait.
You paved the way, and made her that much more precious.
I can't imagine a life without the one I am gifted to know and raise.
But to my little one, who would be 11 this week - you are not forgotten.
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My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. I often wonder about that baby too. I am forever grateful though for my rainbow baby. When she was a little girl, she would tell everyone her favorite color was all the colors of the rainbow.
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