Hey sweetheart. Today was okay. We found a really nice pastor to do your service. His name is Jesse. You probably remember him from the cafe we would always go to together. He’s going to make your service really special, I know it.
Mommy found some beautiful urns for you too. We just don’t know which one we want yet. They’re all so nice. And we are going to get some necklaces made that have a small part of your ashes in them so daddy and I can always wear them and have you with us. And I’m hoping that we will be able to go get our tattoos the week after this one so that we can have them at your service.
I miss you so much, Maya. Sometimes it hits me so hard, I feel like a truck just ran me over. I wish you could come back to us. I miss your sweet little face and your big smile and your tiny little feet and your laugh and your curly hair and your huge, gorgeous eyes and your growl and your eyebrows and your stinky little booty. I guess I just miss everything about you. Why can’t I have you back, Maya? Mommy loves you so, so much. I will miss you every single day for the rest of my life. I hope you are doing okay up there and someone is taking care of you the way you deserve. The way I was supposed to. It’s not fair that I can’t have you. I love you so much. Daddy loves you too. Goodnight, baby girl.