Dear Brooklyn,
Still missing you everyday, sweet girl.
Your pretty headstone came in, and the grass is getting green finally. Once it gets a little warmer, I'll plant some flowers for you.
Big Sister has the little stuffed bear the hospital gave me when they took you from me. She sleeps with it every night and gives it lots of love. We call it Brookie-Bear.
You'd be ten and a half weeks old now. Time's been going by so fast, and so slow at the same time. You're still supposed to be in my tummy for another month.
It doesn't get easier. It just gets different.
I miss you. I love you.
Momma
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