Lela. Today is your birthday. Your fourth birthday to be exact.
Daddy and I miss you lots. It's not fair that you can't be here with us. I've always imagined you and I dressed alike in pretty dresses on your birthdays.
I like to think about all the fun we would have watching you tear open your gifts. Tossing the paper up in the air, smashing the bows on your head.
That's what you should be doing this year. We should be playing dolls, coloring with water colors, learning how to ride that pretty pink bike that Daddy would have put together. Complete with the pink streamers, white basket and annoying horn. I know you would have loved it.
I'm not usually so sad on your birthday since I know you are in Heaven celebrating even bigger and better than we can imagine but for some reason this year I'm hurting a lot more.
Happy Birthday Lela Marie ~ We love you always