My sweet baby girl, I need to write to you tonight, nothing else will do. I need to tell you a few things that I am feeling. I am broken, deeply. My tears continue to fall and I long to hold you for just one more moment, to kiss your fuzzy cheek, to watch you sleep with one eye part-way open. Sometimes at night, I imagine you are sleeping next to me on my pillow and I hear your daddy snoring and it reminds me of the little snoring sounds you made, as you slept. I look at Owen’s dark dark eyes and see how much your eyes are like his. I look at Boo’s perfect little nose and it makes me think of your perfect little nose, placed just right on your face. I hear Dylan singing a song and think about him holding you and singing to you. I hear Simon ask me questions, and it reminds me of all the times he asked to hold you in his arms. I miss you Lulu, so much, I miss you.