My dear sweet baby girl,
As dad and I sit hear in the silence of the home, my thoughts are turned to you and missing you.
I miss your sweet dance moves in one of your leotards in front of the glass of the fire place.
I miss your singing in the back of the car.
I miss your 50,000 questions of "why, what and where."
I miss your companionship in the day.
I know that you are having a ball right now, and dad was even blown away by how anxiously you were to go. But tonight, sweet baby, you are thought of by two loving parents who miss you and cannot wait for your embrace again.
PS (For the readers, No, she did not pass away, she's visiting Grandma Suri in Las Vegas)!