My Lily, my butterfly, I miss you. I still miss you- 3 years on.

This time 3 years ago, you were no bigger than a grape my little love.  I was tired, sick, carrying sore breats, peeing a lot more than usual and struggling with when and what to tell the world of you. I knew you were nestled in my belly, but was too scared to find out. 6 weeks pregnant and already feeling the effects of your tiny little body, your tiny little life, floating inside of me.

I was confused and scared but so in awe of this little life growng inside of me.