Today is Emma’s birthday. It’s her day, my youngest daughter. Fifteen on the 15th. Her golden birthday. Driver’s permit. Freshman year of high school. A full-fledged teen. My thoughts slip back to her birth, two weeks early but full of life. Beautiful. Dark…
Sweet girl, I miss you. It’s hard to believe over 9 years have passed since I last saw your smile, heard your giggle, felt your squeeze wrapped around my neck. I think about you. all. the. time. I wonder what you would be like: your interests, your talents, your…