Three years ago you were born on 9/11.
We miss you.
We love you.
Odd that the name we chose for you reflects the utter devotion of a sainted princess to Krishna..... I hope you are part of Krishna's love right now.
I cry sometimes still thinking of the Halloween costumes you will never wear, the car seat you will never outgrow, the Christmas gifts you will never open..... I dream of you in pink prom dresses (because I hate pink) with long dark curly hair, just like your little brother's, and big dark eyes like his. I still don't look at the girl section in the baby stores because I imagine how you might have looked in those skirts, dresses and sweaters.
Your presence still lingers here- in your memory box, the knitted owl in Samar's room, the T shirt that says "Im having a girl" that I folded away so neatly.
It's hard to believe it's been three years. I wonder if I will always cry around 9/11, immersed in my own private grief.... at least the rest of the country's tears hide my own selfish pain....
Hope you are dancing somewhere in your pink prom dress little girlie....