Unblinking eyes look up at me and wonder,
Mommy, can Hadley come to our birthday party when we are four?
Eventually, I find my voice,
She will be there. But only in our hearts, honey.
And there is bitter in the knowing that there are years and years to come of birthdays with one empty chair,
but sweet in the living and breathing of the small miracles before me,
taking beautiful care of her memory too.
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