I am finding it really hard today. Some days I think of you as a star or a butterfly, and I think that thats ok, because it must be nice to be a star, or a butterfly, but today I really wish you were here. I want to hold you, and rock you in my arms until you fall asleep. But, for tonight, i'll have to rock myself to sleep, and then maybe tomorrow I will wake up and remember how nice I think it must feel to be a star or a butterfly and I won't feel so bad. I hope you sleep well my precious Niece. x x x x