I carried her for seven months.
And now thats how long she has been gone.
The events of today deserve a whole other post just to themself, so for now all I have to say is how amazed I am at 7.
Its supposed to be the number of completion, but tonight, 7 months later, I feel anything but complete. I wish I could more eloquently put into words what I'm feeling. But I can't.
I miss my baby. I miss my complete family being together.
I am so looking forward to a time when everything really is complete. Perfect. But for now I'll just have to wait.