Little Yellow Dress

I have this little yellow dress. I look at it this morning and wonder if my little girl would have still fit in it this Mother's Day or if she would have been like Kenny, tall for his age. Normally I don't even like yellow but when I saw this dress last year I knew my daughter would look beautiful in it. I never got to see her in that dress. When I imagine seeing her in heaven, she's wearing it.

We had so many hopes & so many plans, just like all brand new parents do. That's what it would have been like. Our Kenny is almost 16 years old, having another child would have been starting over in a sense.

I had dreams of her taking tap & baton classes just like I did. Maybe she would of shared my love of playing the flute. Raul would have been the one to teach her to ride a bike and when she got to Kenny's age he would have been the one to teach her to drive a car.

So here we are on Mother's Day. Kenny is doing the best he has since we moved back to Arizona. For this we are grateful yet in our hearts we feel something missing, someone missing. Our sweet little girl, our second child, the one we hoped and prayed for for so long.

I never got to hold you, but my arms feel so empty without you.