Today is not the happiest day of our lives, but it’s not the worst. The worst day was when we found out we lost you baby girl. Today, we were supposed to be meeting you for the first time, today you were due. My November baby, my biggest love. I got this tattoo, not because I need a reminder of you, but I want to look at this art and instead of thinking of the pain, I will think of the beauty of this Chrysanthemum, and everything it symbolizes for me: a November birth flower, that is in memory of you and my Grandpa, as well as the street I grew up playing at my grandparents house, the Chrysanthemum street. This tattoo is a reminder of the strength you gave me, I would have never learned to care for myself the way I did when I had you growing inside me, you inspired me to be better, you taught me to love myself, you taught me unconditional love. Your dad and I will always think of you and love you. I never thought I could love someone so much in such a little time, I didn’t know I was allowed to feel how I feel about you. But I do, I feel like a mom and I am your mom, and I can’t wait to meet you in Heaven, I can wait to hear all the things you learned from Jesus. Today, November 29th we celebrate your life, God have you life and we trust in Him that He had other plans for you in His Kingdom, plans that didn’t hurt you, plans that prospered you, plans that gave you hope and a future (Jer 29:11)