To G:
I remember laying on the couch and bargaining with God. I begged Him, “please don’t take her from me.” All I wanted was to have one successful pregnancy. To carry you to full term. But your heartbeat was too weak. I felt you leave and I swear I never screamed louder in my life. I dreaded going to my ultrasound that Wednesday afternoon. I knew my boyfriend was going to be disappointed. Crazy feelings of inadequacy began to flood my mind. There wasn’t enough progesterone in the world that could have saved you. Thank you for sending the bees when I asked for a sign 🐝. For always landing on my hand & making me feel less alone. I’ll see you again someday ♥️














