Happy seven months, Maya girl. You would have been sitting up on your own by now. And starting to crawl. And eating real food. And pulling yourself up on to things. You probably would even be walking soon. But now none of that stuff is ever going to happen. I’ll never get to see you do any of those things. I was so excited for them. For all of the cool stuff you would do throughout your life. But your life is over. And so is mine.