2 years

My life changed so dramatically two years ago today, to the point where it became unrecognizable to me. Two years ago I held my baby girl for the last time. Two years is a long time. But I don't like to let that day define her. My brother-in-law said something the other day that rings true for me. He said that he felt bad for people who he has met since Alivia died. He felt bad because they just feel the sadness that she died and never got to know the joy of being around her. Because to us, who got to see that smile and hear that laugh, who got to be bossed around by her and received sticker covered gifts from her, who held her and smelled her and danced in her room, she isn't just the kid who lost her battle with leukemia. She is the most amazing little ladybug we ever knew. She is funny, sweet, cuddly, smart, brave and our favorite person.
Livi, I was lucky to be your mom. I got to spend more time with you than anyone and for that I will always be so greatful. I knew every little bit of you and you are in my heart and on my mind all the time. Not a second goes by that I don't wonder what you would say if you were with me right now. I love you and miss you too much to put into words.