My 33rd birthday was unlike my 34th. On the day I turned 33 I was happily pregnant with so many hopes and dreams for you. I can still remember what I wore, what I ordered for dinner and how thrilled I was because it was still sinking in that we were going to be parents. 33 was the year with my greatest joy but it will also always be the year with my greatest loss. Though I miss you every single day, I am hoping I am able to find a little joy, happiness and peace. Here's to 34...