Every now and then just when I think I’m doing fine depression and sadness sneaks in and takes over. It can be the smallest thing that reminds me of losing you. I had three months with you. That was three months of you hearing my heart beat and me hearing yours. That was three months to think about what kind of personality you would have, your name, your schooling, which sport would you play, which parent would you look like and etc. I was over the moon happy and now I’m depressed and I just don’t think anything will ever make me happy like the day I found out I was having you. The day I found out that your dad and I would be parents. I just want that happiness back. I just want you back my baby...