Grace

Oh, little girl. You are on my mind constantly these days. Not that you aren't always there, but in this month of your conception, you are at the front. I miss you like nothing else. Partly because I never got to meet you. Mostly because I still blame myself for the loss of your sweet life.

Two weeks from today, you were conceived. I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to realize you were there. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you alive. I'm sorry, baby. I failed you.

Please know that even through my stupidity, I love you. Your daddy loves you, too. He's never said as much, but he is a good man. And I know he misses you too. I wish I could take all my stupid, selfishness back so that you could meet us and know us. You'd have been the most adored little girl on the planet. And with that, you could have been anything.

I love you, little Grace Anne. I'm sorry I failed you. If I could change things, exchange my life for yours, I would. Without a second thought.