Happy birthday

Happy birthday, sweet darling. My first thoughts upon waking this morning were of you as a newborn baby, beautiful and perfect in my arms all those years ago in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

Independence Day

Sweet Lydia, Dad is cooking out today. On days like this, your absence is especially painful for us. Not having our girl here with us is unbearable everyday, though; except for the consolation of the Lord and our friends and loved ones, we would be crushed by the loneliness and sadness. We love you. We speak your name often. We cry over our loss daily. We grieve that you had to endure so much suffering and loss in your short life.
Sure wish you could be here today to have one of dad's grilled hamburgers (or hockey pucks as you always called them!) . We miss your laughter.