The foster mom sent us some pictures yesterday. I wept as I looked at my precious Abbie. She rolled over for the first time, and I missed it. It breaks my heart not to see her do new things.
The other day I heard a baby cry on TV. Without thinking, I set down what I was doing to go and take care of Abbie. Then it hit: she was gone. It amazes me how someone so small can take over your entire life in just 3 short months. She wasn't just part of my life, she was my life. Everything revolved around her. Now it feels as though part of me is missing.
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