Irelynn just makes me smile all the time. She is such a happy baby. But there is also a bittersweetness to this happiness. I still think about her big sister. I wonder what she would be doing right now. I wonder why I am not dressing Irelynn in Savannah's hand-me-downs instead of purchasing everything new for Irelynn. I think about the unsuspecting comments we get about having another baby and how "isn't it great that we have one of each?" I know better. I know people don't mean anything by this. But it still hurts, even just a little.