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A letter to my little one

Little Zoe,

This weekend I cleaned the garden and planted beautiful flowers. Mom and I went to a lovely local nursery and picked out pretty flowers for a shady area in the back yard. Daddy and I planted and rearrange the garden all weekend. I think of you everyday, little Zoelle. Your name means "tree of life"...very suiting for your little spirit that is always so near to me. I am not for sure why we had to part so quickly after meeting you, but I am thankful for every second I had you in my belly and in my arms. Being in the garden reminds me of you, my little butterfly. This time last year we began our journey through many infertiltiy treaments....then along came you, our perfect little girl. One day, I will see you again and I will smile and kiss your sweet little face. I love you baby. You will always be remembered and forever be loved.

Love,

Mommy

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