Today was another Tuesday. 

One more week has passed without her in my arms. 

Tonight was the first Tuesday in 22 weeks that I didn’t look at the clock and wait for it to say 10:32. 

I forgot. 

I didn’t do it. 

It slipped my mind. 

I don’t know what that means, but the realization made me feel like shit. It made me feel so incredibly guilty that I lost out on that special time; the exact moment she was born asleep.

I don’t want to forget her. 

I know I never will, but times like this make it so painfully obvious that life is moving forward and there is not a god damn thing I can do about it. 

I’m gonna go ahead and give a big “fuck you” to the universe.