My darling Ella –

Sunday is the day I’ve been dreading for the past year.  For, after Sunday, I will no longer be able to measure my time away from you in days, weeks, or months.  No.  After Sunday it will be in years – something I find impossible to believe.  Has it really been a year since I held your tiny hand and kissed your sweet toes?  A year since I held you to me as my tears fell?  A year since we were left with only a small pink hat, blanket and urn to remember you b...