A week of remembering

Today is August 26.  Your Grandma's birthday.  You never got to meet her.  Emma only knew her briefly.  She passed away last year on August 23 from cancer complications.  At the time we were just starting to try to get pregnant again.  Part of me wanted to tell her that we were pregnant the last time I saw her before she passed (about a week prior).  I thought that might make her sadder though: she was sad enough knowing she was leaving one granddaughter.  Well, turns out I could have and been right since on August 28 I took a pregnancy test and found out I indeed was pregnant with you.  It's been a rough couple days remembering things at certain times of the day.  I'm so glad that you were the bright point at the end of all that.  While we won't formally celebrate your birthday until May 10, every year I will celebrate a birthday of sorts for you on August 28 when I found out we were lucky enough to be having another kid which made dealing with losing your grandma so much easier.  I love you, Stella.  Know that Grandma is smiling down on you and is your guardian angel.