Losing you, means I won’t be able to watch you grow up, and that fact is agonzing to me. I won’t see your first sweet smile, hear your little laugh, see you sit up or take your first steps. Or see you loose your first tooth'd. I won’t get to have breakfast in bed with you or get to comfornt you when you have a bad day. I won’t get to run around and play at the park with you or give you a band aid when you scrape your knee. I won’t get to hear your baby talk or watch you put your shoes on backwards. I won’t get to dress you for school or watch make sure you get on the bus safely. I won’t get to see your first report card or hear about why the teacher made you mad. I won’t get to dry your tears from the first fight you get into with your best friend and I won’t get to hear you about your first crush . Or your boyfriend I won’t get to play makeups or cooking I won’t get to see you start high school or see how beautiful you look for your senior prom. I won’t get to see you graduate or watch you walk down the aisle on your wedding day. And I will never hear you call me mom. But even though it kills me right now, I will learn to accept all of this and trust that the best is yet to be. I know it was not my decision, God has a plan for both of us.
love your brith mommy xoxo
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