December 13th was the day H was supposed to be born. It is also my papa's Birthday, or at least it would be if he was still with us. While I was pregnant I "told" him that though I would love for my babygirl to share his birthday, I was done being pregnant and if he could make her come any quicker it would be greatly appreciated. Though I will never know if he aaactually had anything to do with the fact that I went into labour the next day, I like to think he did.
Happy Birthday, Papa... I miss you every single day and I wish more than anything in the World that you had a chance to meet C and your Great Granddaughter. xo
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Hugs to you.
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