Every milestone is so bitter sweet-everywhere i look theres a 'space'-when i check on Holly in her cot on a night-theres a space next to her on a cold night where Ben should be cuddled upto her, when she learned to get up on her knees and her cute little face popped up-there was a space where BEN SHOULD BE.
I'm convinced that i'm going to loose Holly-i think about how i'd have to re-design Ben's stone, i creep into the bedroom on a morning convinced she's been taken in the night to cot-death-how awful to have these thoughts
