Today, instead of celebrating the first birthday of beautiful Katarina, we mourned the one year anniversary of her death. At times it still seems unreal and it always seems unfair. It is amazing how one little girl, who we only got to meet through the kicks in her mommy’s tummy, has effected our lives. She no doubt would have been a spitfire like her older sisters and the character that she was named after. It saddens me that we never got to hold her, or shower her with our love. I know that she is being showered with love where she is at and that she will never know pain, sadness, or hunger. She is in a perfect place and I look forward to the day that I will get to see her.