Today ...

Mandelyn has been gone 35 months, exactly the age she was when she died. I have been dreading this day for a few months now. I haven't heard her giggle for 35 months. I haven't seen her dance in 35 months. I haven't seen her smile with excitement to be at my house for 35 months. And, mostly importantly, I haven't hugged her in 35 months.

I remember the night before the accident vividly. And that hug, oh gosh, that hug has to last me a lifetime and it has sustained me this long. That night was a God send and though my heart is breaking today, I still remember the love and laughter and TONS of fun we had together. I suppose it's enough until I see her again. I love you bug!