5. It's a big number.
5 years.
260 weeks.
1825 days.
My sweet Hope Noelle you would have been 5 today. While I do stay busy with your sisters and brother, you are never far from our thoughts. At times, moments catch me off guard when I stop to think of all the things that we will never know... what does your smile look like? what is the sound of your laughter? what does your voice sound like? which would you have liked better, a swing or a slide? A lot of dreams were shattered and lost when you died and a lot of tears have fallen since you left this Earthly world. It also would have been a lot of suffering, a lot of sadness, a lot of pain. Hope we miss you every day more than words can say and I would never trade the short time we had with you but I would never wish you any pain or discomfort. Rest easy sweet girl. You are still loved. My cup runneth over. My cup runneth over.
