Sometimes this all seems so surreal. I walk back through my memories of the last five months and wonder if it all really happened. I miss my girl.

I miss my sweet baby girl. I miss the feel of her in my arms. The weight of her. She was a pure delight and our family seems always to be missing someone now. I remember this day. We were all together after church and we wanted to play a game but Gigi and I were organizing her closet before we got started because her shoes were such a mess. Eleanor would just sit with us still, because she hadn't yet got to the point where she was grabbing everything. Her cheeks were puffy like marshmallows and I used to mouth them and it tickled her and she would smile.