Finally.

My sweet baby girl,


Your mom has been sick sick sick for a very long time. Your dad, your Grandma Hatch, Grandma Sawyer, Grandpa Hatch, and everyone has been so, so good to us. And now I'm finally getting better.

I was so worried that my time with you would be too short. Too short to see you get onto the school bus, to have your first sleepover with your best friends, too short to scream and cuddle over ghost stories told over a warm campfire roasting marshmallows, too short to remember me.

I pray he gives me the grace to see you fall in love, to fall into my arms if ever your heart is broken, to graduate with pride, to fish with your Grandpa Hatch, to learn Chemistry with your Grandma Hatch, to learn about God with your Grandma Sawyer, to walk down the aisle, to have your babies.

I am so grateful to everyone who hung in there with us, so I can cherish every toe, every giggle, every struggle we have, every moment we have together, good or bad, is one I might not have had if not for the love of your daddy, your grandparents, the doctors, and the many people who prayed for us and loved us. I could never imagine until now just how much I could love someone until I met you. And now, we can see the world together. With your daddy, you, and me, we have a world of love ahead of us, and I will thank God for every day he lets us wake up, breathe it in, and learn from each other.

I love you so, my child. No words suffice. You are my heart, my soul, and the reason God has given me another chance to live.