than 1 ever did. Maybe it can be put down to sheer and utter exhaustion in the first few weeks of having Lucy that made 1 seem to take forever to come around. But 2? 2 has come quickly. Far too quickly.
My baby is growing up. And while tomorrow, we celebrate her, in my heart, ill be mourning her sister, who should have come to join her in just 4 short days.
A day of utter happiness, tinged with such a deep sadness.
My baby is 2.
My baby is gone.