September 30th is a bit of a hard day for me. It’s the due date for the child I carried for 13 weeks. The child I miscarried at 13 weeks. The child I loved for 13 weeks… and every day since. Today, she would have been two… so, I baked a cake. It just felt right. We really only ever have cake on special occasions, and I know that the kids will be so excited to see it after dinner. They won’t know why we’re having cake, but I will. It’s for you. So, tonight we will have cake. I’ll listen to your siblings laugh around the table and think…