Our little star...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder how you are?

I am sure we were having a girl. And on that night in the hospital, as I drifted in and out of consciousness from blood loss, I saw her. She looked like our son, but uniquely different. Her hair was darker, her eyes were brown, but she had the same chubby little hands and the same kissable chin that Caleb has. In this moment, she laid her cheek against mine and I felt something akin to peace. Perhaps it was acceptance? I knew though that I would go on, that we would survive and that someday, I would hold her again.

I love you dear one.