Happy Birthday, Mazzy!
Today is Mazzy's birthday. She would have been a year old.
I uploaded these pictures the day before she died, but I never posted them. I would like to present you with the last pictures I took of my daughter.
"Helping" in the office
Thanksgiving. She is sitting in my mom's lap.
Yet another picture of my daughter eating.
Mazzy, looking fierce.
I have made brownies and we will be ordering pizza for dinner. Adam and I are going to sit on the couch and watch hours of home videos and remember our bad-ass daughter.
It was pointed out to me that I don't seem like I am grieving. I am, apparently, "not wired" like other people. I guess this is my post saying, "Yes, I do cry." I miss my daughter every second of every day. I talk to her every morning. I sing to her in the shower. I love her.
A year ago today I was sore, tired, overwhelmed and hands-down the happiest I have ever been in my life. I have a favorite day, now, and that day is January 21, 2008.
Suck it, Wedding Anniversary!
I uploaded these pictures the day before she died, but I never posted them. I would like to present you with the last pictures I took of my daughter.
"Helping" in the office
Thanksgiving. She is sitting in my mom's lap. Yet another picture of my daughter eating.
Mazzy, looking fierce.
I have made brownies and we will be ordering pizza for dinner. Adam and I are going to sit on the couch and watch hours of home videos and remember our bad-ass daughter.
It was pointed out to me that I don't seem like I am grieving. I am, apparently, "not wired" like other people. I guess this is my post saying, "Yes, I do cry." I miss my daughter every second of every day. I talk to her every morning. I sing to her in the shower. I love her.
A year ago today I was sore, tired, overwhelmed and hands-down the happiest I have ever been in my life. I have a favorite day, now, and that day is January 21, 2008.
Suck it, Wedding Anniversary!
Comments
sarah
Anyone who thinks you're not grieving is obviously a moron. It comes across so clear to me in your writing that I honestly have trouble reading your blog sometimes.
Hugs to you. I know yesterday had to be really difficult.