((Every year I write Cora a letter and stick it in her stocking on Christmas Eve when I fill the others))
I'm getting ready to stuff your siblings' stalkings, and it makes me sad that all I have for you is this letter. Each year that passes hurts just like the last. I have so much that I've been blessed with, but I still ache without you.
I love you my darling girl, and that means I miss you more than I can breathe sometimes.
But I am so grateful I was blessed to be your mother. Your short life changed me in so many amazing ways. You are here with me always and I am grateful for that.
I love you angel girl,