
Hard to believe it's been 5 months. It still feels surreal. I still cry. Today, like yesterday and tomorrow, I miss her.
It's amazing how she never told me she loved me but she does, that I am certain, 100% certain. When things are quiet, I find myself thinking and wondering, and without a doubt I can feel deep in my heart the undeniable, wonderful feeling that she loves me. Oh how I miss her.
I've recently let myself hold and love on babies. It's nice, I like it. I like their squishy thighs and delicate, soft skin. I like how their eyes light up when they smile at me. I love the miniature clothes and how their skin has a soft hint of baby lotion. I love the matching hair bows and bracelets. I miss her.

Tatum and Tucker don't get that she's never coming home. Still I am asked when she's coming home and what she'll be for Halloween. Tatum wanted to know if her and Jersey are going to share a room; once upon a time they were but plans changed. It's so hard explaining over and over again she's not coming home. Questions of the resurrection always follow: how old will they be, when will it happen, why hasn't it happened, when Jersey's resurrected.... Sometimes I just go with it, it's tiring explaining, it always makes me ache. I miss her.
I will say my arms aren't as empty feeling as they once felt. You know how you leave the house and you get the feeling you should be carrying something and then you realize you forgot your purse? I use to physically feel as if I should be holding her, not any more. I'm glad that's gone. But still, I miss her.
I've been working on her headstone, I can't seem to get it right. I don't want just a typical headstone, I want it to stand out. I want people to stop, read, and realize she's quite the princess. I want it to be something she might have chosen herself, something meaningful and yet, cute and full of personality. It's hard, I don't like doing it, it reminds me of how I miss her.

It's odd how one week I can do so well and the next really struggle. I've sailed through the last 8 weeks and all the sudden I'm back to being overly emotional. What's changed to make me struggle so? This life is very... unpredictable.
Ugly
Draining
Straining
Lonely
Yes there are wonderful, good, happy things about her and her precious short life, but sometimes, like right now, I mostly feel the heavy weight of sorrow on my shoulders. Everywhere and in everything is see her, think about her, and long for her. I
really miss her.
Today, like yesterday and tomorrow, I miss her.