Thursday, February 26, 2009
I keep on daydreaming of my little girl. It's hard. I keep thinking about the first time I held her. As I laid there everyone around me sobbing, I couldn't even let out a tear. I was in awe with her presence, with her beauty. I couldn't help but smile at her knowing that she was ok, knowing that she was in a far better place. Now I can't help but cry. I miss her. I wish I can hold her again. I know one day I'll be able too. I just have to have patience.