Simulaneously, it sucks that this is our new Christmas - that we will never look forward to Taylor coming home or arranging the dates so that family can see her. I hate it, deeply.
The goodness that is Christmas survives - the birth of Christ, a promise of hope, a gift eternal, a silent night that brought joy to the world.
I know the warmth of heaven is far greater than anything a mother could offer but my heart so wants for my baby girl to feel how much we love her. It wants it so much.