Happy Birthday little Angel.

I met you in the evening. I came and sat on your couch. You came and climbed on me and I knew we would be good friends. I was excited to come back. When I did you were just as friendly with just as much love and every time after that you loved me the same. You loved me when I'd come in my grubby tee shirts with my dirty hair. You loved me when I came with make up and nicer clothes. No matter what you were nice to me, even if I was crabby or sad. You'd climb on me every chance you'd get. You loved squeezes and peek-a-boo. You loved all your toys, especially the ones that involved putting things back into their containers. You'd accrued more bottled, jars and containers than I've ever seen in my life. You loved rides on my back and looking at yourself in the mirror. Who could blame you, you were the definition of beauty. You'd run around with me in the back yard until you went so fast you'd topple over. In the short time that I was blessed to be in your life there were only a few times I saw you less then happy and those were in extreme cases like busting your already stitched chin back open. You were there for me in a way no one else was capable of because you never demanded an explanation, you just let me be me and I could lose myself in being there for you. I told you the things I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone else. I spent my special happy days with you. I spent my broken hearted saddest days with you. I tried my best to never cancel time with you and always regretted when I couldn't see you. I've been writing this post for 3 months...it's insane how much I miss you. Tomorrow is your birthday. I remember your birthday last year like it was yesterday, you were so excited and anxious to greet every friend that came to the door to play with you. I ducked out early because I felt like I shouldn't intrude on family time. I wish I would have stayed. I have so many regrets. I am forever changed because I knew you.

You are always in my mind and in my heart.