We made it. Twelve months have come and gone since they day we met you, and we met your tragedy. And though yes, your condition was a tragedy, your life was anything but. In the past twelve months, I have learned more about life than I have gained on my own. I have learned that though living without you is hard, some days seems unbearable, your mommies heart keeps beating. No matter what I always take in another breath of air. I, along with many other mommies out there, have proven that even when trials seem unbearable, we live through them.
This past year has gone faster than I could have ever imagined. I still receive emails updating me on your current development. Could you possibly be walking already if you were here? This we will never know.
I think of today my sweet little one, as a sigh of relief kind of day. I've learned what the years are going to be like without you here in my arms. I've smiled through the holidays as my heart was breaking, and now today I know what it feels like to look back at your birth. A few nights ago when we celebrated at your party, it was different than today. Today is a day of remembrance. A day of reflection. I remember those final moments of Savannah and mommy. I remember the last few hours of your wiggles and movements. And as vivid as if I were in that day all over, I remember your entrance into the world.
I remember how quickly you were delivered. How PERFECT and beautiful you were. You are. And then the deep purple you turned when you weren't able to take the breath you needed to sustain your precious life. In an instant, you were destined for so much.
The past year, you haven't only changed mommy and daddies life, but you Savannah, were like a tiny ripple in the still waters. And your life, and your love reached out and touched many. Those we know, and those we don't. Your daddy and I are so very blessed to be able to call you ours.
I love you little one. Years will never change this. And I hope, no matter what, you know just how strong that love really is.