Today You Are Seven

I hate going to bed the night before your birthday.

I hate waking up to silence on your birthday.

I hate that there is no excited girl running into our room.

I hate there are no presents wrapped downstairs.

I hate there are no balloons.

I hate there are no cards.

I hate there are no banners saying happy birthday.

I hate there is no cake.

I hate there are four of us trying to all get through today individually but together.

I hate there are no hugs given, no thank yous made.

I hate there are no relatives visiting carrying in presents.

I hate the tears that flow.

I hate the pain in my heart for the whole day.

I hate the sadness that oozes out of our pores today.

I hate that every single year it doesn’t change.

I hate it never gets easier.

I hate it never gets simpler.

I hate the pain of missing of you.

I hate the tears, oh I so hate the tears.

I hate the day from the minute I wake up to the minute I go to bed.

I hate you not being here.

I hate us being here without you.

I hate that life is just so bloody unfair.

I hope you see us put everything we have to making today about you.

I hope you see us trying to have fun for you.

I hope you see us visiting your grave without fail.

I hope you love the flowers we buy for you.

I hope you see us try so hard to make memories for you.

I hope you see.

I hope you know how much we love you.

I hope you know how much we want to celebrate your birthday every year.

I hope you know where ever you are.

We eternally love you, we eternally miss you.

Happy seventh birthday baby girl!