Happy birthday, sweet Julianna!
I wonder what you are doing today? I wonder what you aren’t doing today?? Maybe that’s a better question, because I think that you are probably very busy doing all the things that you could only imagine here.
Alex thinks that you’ve taken up taekwondo, and that you’re already at the highest level. No black belt for you, of course: you have a pink belt with a sparkly purple stripe 🙂

Alex just got his blue belt – we know you’d be proud. He has imagined all kinds of special moves that you do now…
Daddy thinks that you are flying.

Do you remember this? You didn’t want to do it until Daddy said you could add the bows. We think it’s an awesome picture…
I’m not sure what you are doing today but I know that you are happy, even happier than you were when you were here. Your joy was beautiful, and it was contagious. I can only imagine what it’s like now.

I’m glad that you can swing again, baby girl. You loved it so much…
You wanted me to not be sad, and to remember you always.
I’m sad sometimes, but I think you understand. You’re not bound to this place, with its obstacles and emptiness. You know that things here are fleeting. I know it now too, and am better about putting things in their proper place.
(I read and watch a lot less news now, you’ll be glad to know. You were SO right — how did I have the patience for it before??)
Thank you for all the Julianna sunsets, and for all the people who let me remember you. Many of them never got the chance to meet you, but they have taken the time to know you…which means that they love you. It helps to heal my heart, knowing that you are loved and remembered.
With everything in me, I love you. I’m so glad that we said this to each other, dozens of times, every single day. Thank you for showing me how to live without regret.
I am so blessed to be your mom.
Happy birthday, my darling girl.
Kiss kiss, and big group hug.

I miss kissing your forehead, little one…
Go play now!
Love,
Mom

We’ve been going on some adventures too – and taking you with us. In our hearts, our thoughts, and in many other ways. Do you remember this pony? Her mane and tail are still braided, just as you left it…