The past few days have been truly remarkable. Another reminder of what amazing family and friends we have. We had almost 120 people run in memory of our baby girl for Pat's Run in Tempe and sold over 250 Team Taylor shirts. (Yes my husband and all of his Wildcat buddies ran into Sun Devil Stadium, showing just how truly amazing Taylor is). We also were able to raise over $3,000 for SIDS research through Team Taylor shirts. I hope one of these dollars will help another family out there and prevent them from the pain that we've felt through the past year.
As I sit reflecting on the past couple days, I of course think about the past year and what has brought me to this point. Tomorrow is the dreaded day, although today being a Sunday was maybe even more difficult than what tomorrow might be. At 11:15 this morning how could I not think about that day and what happened to us 52 Sundays ago? At 7:30 when I woke up, how I watched with admiration down the hallway as Mark fed Taylor breakfast and how amazing she was that she wanted to hold the spoon already. At 8:15 how I read her her favorite book before her nap for the very last time. At 9:30 this morning how could I not wish that I had gone in when I heard her instead of feeling a calmness that she must have just gone back to sleep. At 11:45 all I could ask myself is why didn't he answer my prayers on the lawn that day and not take my baby girl from her mommy and daddy. This afternoon how could I not think about the last time I ever got to hold my baby girl, rub her soft hair or kiss her sweet cheeks. How could I not think about the vision of the nurse holding her in the rocking chair as I walked out of the room leaving that hospital without my baby. That today marks 365 days since the last day I ever saw my sweet munchkin, Taylor. Oh baby girl, Mommy and Daddy miss you so much!