Thursdays became special for us, because with each one that came, I was another week pregnant, with you, our miracle.
They came and went, and all the time we grew more excited…
We decided you would be either Arthur or Holly, but either way would be beautiful, clever and kind.
We told grandma and grandad, who were crazy with excitement, and couldn’t wait to meet you.
The day we found out we never would meet you was a Thursday too. The saddest one.
They told us you ‘just weren’t meant to be’, but to us you were always meant to be… Ours.
Since then we think of you every day. Today, a Thursday, I would have been 24 weeks pregnant, and you would have been big and strong.
They say that Thursday’s child has far to go. You went far away, to a place special enough to be your home forever.
But we here will always remember you, my little Thursday baby.
Xxx