Today Grace would have been 9 months old. 9 months was always a big deal to me, I don't know why it just feels like a big month. As always, I wonder what she would be like. I wonder how big she would have been, what size clothes she would have been in. When she died, she was squeezing into 3-6 mos still but most were on their way out and the majority were 6-9 and sometimes even a 12 mo since her clothes needed to be a little roomier than most. I wonder what she would think of all the rain we've been having, she would have hated it I'm sure. One drop hitting her probably would have really made her angry. (Not that she would have been in the rain much...) I think she would have liked sitting and watching the lights on the Christmas tree and I think the noise of the wrapping paper would have annoyed her.
Not a second goes by that I don't think of her or miss her.
Happy 9 month Birthday my Beautiful Girl.