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The life of Katherine Paige Morris
Just because baby Katherine Paige did not experience life on this Earth does not mean that she was not loved, cherished, and adored. She was very much alive, and her little personality was shown through her karate kicks and nighttime antics. Katherine Paige was a part of me for 9 months, 8 of which I knew about. She was a firecracker from the very beginning. I was sick and terribly exhausted for months. I could barely function. I began to experience awful heartburn with every bite of food or sip of drink. Somersaults became the midnight routine, and my ribs were a punching bag. I became so swollen that my ankles were no longer visible. I took my vitamins religiously, swore off caffiene, and avoided standing too close to the microwave. I even laughed off newly found stretchmarks. It was hard work making her, but perfection does not come easily.
Katherine Paige was greatly anticipated. We talked to her, dreamed of her, and wondered what she would look like. We took upon the task of getting her room ready. It was painted soft pink, and everything was decorated with methodical effort. We knew that it was silly to place everything so perfectly, because we envisioned that one day she would be piling her stuffed animals into heaps on the floor and that there would be dirty diapers and milky bottles everywhere. Screams and giggles would fill the air, and our lives would be chaos. The dirty laundry would be heaped in front of the washing machine, and I would never have time to put on makeup or dry my hair. However, her room sits silently. I never wished so badly to have a loud, chaotic, and dirty home, and I wish that my sleep deprivation was from a crying baby, not from thoughts and dreams of what could have been.
Katherine Paige was the most beautiful and perfect baby ever born. She was soft, sweet, and delicate. She had a head full of brown hair that had soft auburn highlights in the front, and she had her daddy's toes. Her skin was so beautiful and smooth, and although she was not with us, her tiny fingers would still curl around your finger as if she were alive. We couldn't have imagined anything more perfect.
We had only a few hours to spend with our daughter, but the time passed by so quickly. I wanted to memorize every inch of her...her hair, her nose, her tiny ears, her legs, her fingernails...but now all we have are a few pictures. She will always be a part of our lives, for we are forever changed by her. Everything we see, touch, and do remind us of her, and we will never be the same. We love her and miss her more than life itself. She is always in our hearts. We will live our lives with more meaning, and we will take less things for granted.
We will see our daughter again one day when she welcomes us into the kingdom of Heaven. Until that day comes, we will honor her memory as best we can.
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