She is loved. It's not that she was loved. I hate how when someone passes away you're supposed to say that you "loved" them, not that you "love" them. You don't stop loving someone because they're no longer with you. Love doesn't stop when a heartbeat stills. Love isn't past tense.
Forever in my mind, I will remember seeing her precious, perfect feet in ultrasound pictures, and her sweet profile. We will always wonder "what if?" and miss her. I often look at Ladybug and think of what a mess they would be, playing together, learning to walk and run together, dancing together, discovering the world together, and doing the things two girls born so closely together would do.
There's an awesome birthday party going on today in Heaven. Here on earth whenever those of us who love her see an elephant or a purple balloon, a butterfly, or even a perfect sunrise or sunset, we'll take a moment and think of Eleanor Lee.
Sweet girl, your time here was far too short for us, but your mark is forever left on our hearts.