2 months

Dear Stevie,
Today marks two months since you were born. It's a bittersweet day. I refused to spend it moping around because although it's been two months since you died, it's also been two months since you were born. And that, Baby, is worth celebrating.

So today we spent the sunny afternoon at the beach with the girls:







We went out to eat at one of our favorite restaurants with Grandma (Dad's mom), that had the most beautiful flowers outside:



We took the dogs on a nice, long walk around the neighborhood:



Until Foxy decided she was too hot and tired and needed her mama to carry her home:


And we spent some time on the deck, admiring all our growing pepper plants:




While we were at the hospital, maybe an hour after I delivered you and we had finished saying our "hellos" and "goodbyes," Dad insisted on walking to this little bakery down the street and getting cupcakes for us. I thought that was the weirdest thing and said to him, "I don't want a freaking cupcake right now. Why on earth do you want to get cupcakes at a time like this??" His answer? "Well, I didn't want to say anything, but I kinda think we should have something special to celebrate Stevie's only birthday..."

So, tonight, I also ate a delicious cupcake for you:


From now on, I think I will have one for you every month. I might be sad on every other day of each month, but I promise the eighth will always be set aside for you. For remembering your birth and celebrating your life.

I am so glad you came into my life, baby girl. I just wish you could have stayed.

I love you.

Mom