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It's been two years. Two years since we went to the doctor for a routine check up. Two years since the doppler couldn't find your sweet heart beat. Two years since they sent us for an ultrasound to confirm the worst. Your sweet little heart had stopped beating. We don't know why. We just know that it wasn't your time to join us on Earth. It wasn't our time to be your parents. We cried. So much. I refused to accept it... until you came out of me and I held you in the palm of my hand. It wasn't until then that it felt real. We held you. We cried. We buried you in my wedding ring box. I missed you every day.

14 months later your little sister was born. I find peace in knowing that there is a part of you in her. I recognize that had we not lost you, we would not have her. When I held my little girl in my arms, I finally accepted that there was a greater reason behind everything that happened, and that was to bring her to us. I cannot imagine my life without her, but I still think about you. What would you have been like? Would you have been born with a full head of hair like her? Would you have looked just like your daddy like her? Or would you have looked like me? What would your personality have been like? I still wonder...

Two years later our lives are so different. We are different. You changed us. And while we only spent 12 weeks together, we treasured every second of that time that we had with you. We loved you so fiercely and although we never got to meet you, you will always and forever be our first little love.