Today marks the second anniversary of Eleanor's original due date. It may seem silly to some that I commemorate today since she was born on January 8. But this was the day I looked forward to for eight months. I touched my belly and counted down, anxiously awaiting her arrival. I still have the calendar from work where I marked off the weeks and circled March 16, 2010. I'll never know if she would've actually been born on this day; her brother came right on his due date so I can only assume she would've as well. My heart hurts so much today. In a way it marks the end of my annual nine weeks of mourning, although my grief is year round. I love you, Ellie.