Dear Shiloh,
I am so sorry. Sorry that you never got the chance to live. Sorry that I will never get to meet you. Never have the chance to get to know you. To teach you how to tie your shoes or ride a bike. That I won't get to see you feed yourself cake on your first birthday, walk across the stage to get your high school diploma or walk down the aisle at your wedding. I'm sorry I'll never know you- your likes and dislikes, what you would become.
But I want you to know that I miss you. Greatly. And I think of you often. Everyday, I carry you in my heart since you're no longer in my tummy. That's where you grow. And that's where you'll always be.
I can't wait to meet you one day. I wonder what you will look like and what I'll say. You are so special to me, my precious one. And I love you.
Love,
Mommy
