Skips a Beat

My heart skips a beat. It skips a beat when I see a pregnant woman glowing as she is walking down the street. Skips a beat, when I see little babies all dressed in pink. Skips a beat, when I hear a little baby cry and a mother rushes to calm it. Skips a beat, when I see a daddy holding a little girl in his arms whispering he loves her. Skips a beat, when I see a little blond girl squeezing her mommy’s neck hugging tight. Skips a beat, when I see a little girl holding her little dolly playing house. Skips a beat, when I see a bunch of girls at T-ball practice running the bases. Skips a beat, when I see a daddy teaching his little girl to ride bike down the street. Skips a beat, when I see teenage girls giggling and gossiping in the mall. Skips a beat, when I see cheerleaders at a high school football game yelling go fight and win. Skips a beat, when I see a young girl behind the wheel learning to drive as her mother is holding on for dear life. Skips a beat, when I see parents packing up their cars to send their daughters off to college. Skips a beat, when I see a father walk his princess down the aisle. It skips a beat every time I think of the things we will miss doing with Ella. Every hope and dream that we had for her that now won’t come true. It skips a beat knowing that we won’t have these memories with our own sweet daughter.