Dear Tater Tot,
Today I would’ve been 21 weeks pregnant with you. I would’ve officially passed the halfway mark, would undoubtedly have a sizeable bump, would know your gender, and have felt you moving inside of me.
Yesterday was my 29th birthday. I did not have a candle to blow out, but if I were granted any wish in the world I would ask for you to come back to me. My only condolence lies in knowing that I will meet you, one day, when “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
I love you, and I miss you so very much.