Wednesday, October 5th, 2010

Hey baby. It's been a long boring day for me, but I don't even want to talk about that right now. Collecting is what I want to talk about. Now, you can ask anyone, and they will tell you how crazy I am. Some people might even want me committed.. no not really- I don't think.

I have never been much of a collector before. I mean I have stuff, but not a collection of one certain thing (unless you count my giraffes). I guess it's because my attention span is so short, I'm onto one thing before I can finish another. Since you've been born, I have been a collector of all things Serenity. I don't care what it is. If it has your name on it, I want it, and I get it. It's somewhat obsessive. I guess since there is nothing new I can ever get from being your mommy, this is my instinctive way to keep your memory alive.

Here are just a couple of things that I HAD to have with your name on them..


The wall plaque with the Serenity Prayer on it.




































A can of air freshener and a candle. (I mean, com'on! Who does this?)



























My cross refrigerator magnet, that I have to sleep with every night.




























Is this being too obsessive? Am I ever going to feel better? These are just two of the questions that run through my head over and over again, on top of many, many more.

Why? Why did this happen? How could this happen to us? I just don't understand, nor will I ever. I feel so broken. I have a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes just typing this.

I need something good in my life right now. I need a rainbow.

Your daddy and I miss you so much!

I love you, baby!

Love,

Mommy.



The final resting place for my baby, Serenity Morgyn Mitchell. We are planning to get a stand for her urn, so the velvet box doesn't get messed up. <3