It’s a theethpoon, Mommy

“it’s a teethpoon, Mommy” she said while looking up at me with her big blue eyes that had strands of curly red hair blowing in them.

Be still my beating heart.

My daughter. 4 years old.

She would have been beautiful. On Friday is her birth day.

In my dream, she had a lisp.

Oh. my. god.
She. would. have. had. a. lisp.

Happy Birthday darling Kiera. Mommy loves you, wherever you are.

I want a tissue. I’m so sad.