July is a hard month for me. We lost our first daughter on July 28, 2007, at two years old. She came to us just before she turned a year old, and left us one year and one month later. It was a hard loss, but a final one. Then in July, 2009, our two little foster daughters were adopted by another family, after I had prayed so hard and believed that somehow they would be ours. But it was not to be. They are now 7 and almost 9, and I long with all my heart to know how they are doing. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep, thinking of them and everything I wish I could have done differently.
So to my three beautiful daughters, I love you. I miss you.