I missed this face so much today.
Only in my dreams am I still a blissfully happy and a complete mother.
Now I feel as though I am barely functioning with scotch tape holding together the scraps from my old life. I am here, but part of me is gone... it left when Mia did.
Last night was the first night that my dreams became aware that she went to Heaven.
I can usually find Mia in my dreams, but that wasn't the case last night.
I had a very distinct dream about talking in front of a crowd about how I have a daughter in Heaven. I am not ready to become aware in my sleep.
Sleeping is my only place of solace.