The only time I ever heard Hazel’s heartbeat was a day forever etched into my memory and carved onto my heart – The day she died. Had we not lost her, today she would have been two.
I haven’t put much time in the blog lately, and I think this is part of the reason why. This day has been creeping up on me for weeks now.
Though I never met her, I miss her terribly. I wish I had gotten to hold her, to have stared into her eyes and kissed her forehead. I would have told her how loved she was and how much we had prayed to have her. But I didn’t get to do those things because she didn’t make it.
At least I heard her heartbeat. I bore witness to her life. I had the privilege to carry her, be it ever so briefly. I was her mom and she was my girl, and I am a better woman and mother because of her.
God is so unbelievably good.
Happy Should-Have-Been Birthday, Sweet Girl. I love you.

Hugs and kisses, sweet girl.