I am sad you are no longer my tiny baby.

I am sad I did not fully appreciate those fleeting first few months.

I am sad I could not be as patient with you then as I am now.

I am sad I will never have this experience again, with you or any baby, my first born child.

I am sad our pregnancy ended early.

I am sad I did not get as much time wishing, hoping, thinking and planning about you and your arrival as I would have liked.

I am sad when I see largely pregnant women out and about, shopping for baby clothes, unencumbered by another child, because I know they are in the dream-filled state of not yet being a parent, something I did not get the time in which to relish.

I am sad when I see these women because I imagine they are more than thirty-two weeks pregnant; a state of being I never got to experience with you, my first baby.

I am sad you had a tough start to your life. But I am so proud of how strong you are.

See a picture of my adorable Little Man at my blog