You should be rolling all over the place.
You should be making your daddy run after you.
You should be smiling, giggling, and making cute sounds.
You should be eating soft foods, like cereal and 'nanas.
You should be playing on your back with toys hanging on a baby gym
But instead, you're spending the time in Heaven. You've been there a little more than 10 months, my dear. Perhaps you're starting to uncurl your baby wings. Maybe the angels sing you to sleep at night. And perhaps Jesus holds you and hugs you because Mommy can't just yet. It's so hard, my dear, to be left behind. There are days when I would give anything to change places with you because having you gone just hurts so much. Your daddy and I miss you and think about you every day. I wish we could see what you are like. How you grow and develop, if people do that kind of thing in Heaven. I love you, my little rose.