I carried you. Then He carried you. For a while He had to carry me, too.
I only got to carry you for a little while, but I will carry you in my heart always.
This time, last year, I was pregnant with you. I was a little scared, happy, and starting to get excited. I was trusting and leaning on God. I had to let Him carry you, though. I don't understand, but I trust. The 17th will be hard, but I know He will help me, just like last year. I love you, baby. Always. always. always.
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