It would have been your 8th Birthday today Gabster. I cried all the way to work today. I know you’re forever 5 that’s what makes it so hard each passing year. I can’t figure out if I should picture you as another year older or trapped in time always staying that little blonde girl who would run to the top of the steps every day I came home from work screaming “Daddy!!!!” with your arms open looking for a hug. I miss you Baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t make the Yuckies go away, I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop your pain. I’m sorry your daddy couldn’t protect you from this. This is from a book I read to Xander, your new little brother! You would be such a good big sister. Every time I read it I think of you. I Love you Gabriella Martha. I’ll see you later.
On the Night you Were Born
By: Nancy Tillman
On the night you were born
The moon smiled with such wonder
That the stars peeked in to see you
And the night wind whispered,
“Life will never be the same”
Because there had never been anyone like you…
Ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain
That they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.
The sound of your name is a magical one.
Let’s say it out loud before we go on.
It sailed through the farmland
High on the breeze…
Over the Ocean…
And through the trees…
Until everyone heard it
And everyone knew
Of the one and only ever you.
Not once had there been such eyes,
Such a nose,
Such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.
In Fact, I think I’ll count to three
So you can wiggle your toes for me.
When the polar bears heard,
They danced until dawn.
From faraway places,
The geese flew home.
The moon stayed up until
Morning next day.
And none of the ladybugs flew away.
So whenever you doubt just how special you are
And you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,
Listen for geese honking high in the sky.
(They’re singing a song to remember you by).
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.
(It’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you!)
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.
(Listen closely…It’s whispering your name again!)
If the moon stays up until morning one day,
Or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,
Or a little bird sits at your window awhile,
It’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile…
For never before in a story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you , my friend,
and it never will, not ever again…
Heaven blew every trumpet
And played every horn
On the wonderful , marvelous
Night you were born.
Love You Baby