09/23/2026
Today, my beautiful daughter would be 34. ❤️
I still can’t believe I’m writing those words. I can’t believe I have lived one day without you, much less almost two years.
I can’t believe I’m celebrating your birthday and you’re not here. There is something so heartbreaking about knowing the day you were born should be filled with celebrating you—your laugh, your smile, your life—and instead I’m left missing you in ways I can’t even put into words.
I miss you every single day. I miss the daughter I had, the little girl you were, the woman you became, and all the moments we were supposed to have together.
There are so many things I wish I could tell you. So many things I wish I could do differently. But more than anything, I wish I could hug you and tell you how deeply you are loved.
Your life mattered. You mattered. And you always will.
I pray you know how much I love you. I pray you know that you are still remembered, still talked about, still prayed for, and still carried in my heart every single day.
Today, I’m going to celebrate the gift of having you as my daughter, even through the tears. Because being your mom is one of the greatest privileges of my life, and nothing—not even death—can take that away from me.
Happy 34th birthday, my sweet girl. 🎂🩷
I love you. I miss you. I always will.
Until I see you again… 💕
