Happy birthday Sage

At 816 tonight Sage turned 2. Instead of chasing a squealing dark headed girl down the hall we handed a bag of clothes and baby dvd's to the manager of the NICU where she stayed while here. Instead of cleaning up cake crumbs from a nonstop jabbering mouth, I scrubbed blackbeans and rice from the pot in which I cooked dinner. Instead of holding my toddler girl I light a candle in her name and wish she were here. Happy birthday my baby girl...my Sage. I bought you a party outfit in just your size...I will keep it safe just in case you decide to send another sister our way.