Yesterday was one of those perfect, beautiful summer Saturdays. The sun was shining, the clouds were white and puffy, the sky, the brightest shade of blue. Not too hot and humid, just right for shorts and a tank top. Kids were running through sprinklers and slip and slides up and down the block, neighbors were grilling hot dogs and cheeseburgers for lunch, you could hear the familiar sounds of lawn mowers and weed wackers off in the distance. It was just one of those days where you could literally feel summer in the air.
It put me in a good mood. And it made me miss you terribly.
You were supposed to be a summer baby, just like me (my birthday is also in August). Way back in December and January, when I was freshly pregnant, and it was like negative 40 degrees outside, and there was snow that came up to my knees in our backyard, I would imagine how magical this summer was going to be. I'd spend the first couple months having outdoor baby showers and wearing sundresses and flip flops, and spend the last month of summer outside on the deck, getting to know you, my new baby girl.
We all know my summer didn't exactly turn out as planned.
Yesterday, we spent the afternoon hanging out in Grandma and Grandpa's big backyard. I wanted nothing more than to be playing with you out there, but I had to settle on playing with the dogs instead:
Yesterday was the perfect summer day, only it wasn't. Because you weren't there.
I miss you so much and love you even more.
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