I wanted to carry you so much, I made you a promise to protect you, and I failed. I have forgiven, through the help of our Lord, all the lies. To forgive the doctor who said you where not even a baby yet at 12 weeks! I forgive my mother and father for not listing to how much you mattered to me. I begged to let me move away have you and give you to a family that would love you. No pleading or begging worked...and for that I am so sorry. But since your murder I have not stopped giving you a voice, through me! I tell our story to anyone who will listen, in hopes that they choose life! I was only 15 then, but your life made me strong, strong enough to fight for all the unborn! So your life yet brief made such a huge impact, but I can tell you all about it when we meet. Oh, what a glorious day that will be for this mamma, who carried you in my womb only a short time, but in my heart for 34 years now.....and will until I come home to be with you. Jesus heals, He forgave me even though I did not deserve it, and eventually He taught me to forgive myself! I love you Celeste, to the moon and back. You already know the amazing platforms that the Lord has given to speak out for you and change just one mother's mind. I wish I had the same chance I had with your brothers and sisters, to show you how much you are loved. What would you have become? Would you have children by now? I have never felt complete, no matter how many babies came, because none of them where you! I loved them all as much, but you can't replace a lost child. The true betrayal came the day I saw your baby sister's ultrasound at about 12 weeks. The same age you were, and she was a BABY! Not a clump of cells. The day she was born, I looked in her eyes, and it really sank in, the gravity of what had indeed happened to you. I miss you everyday, and I pray I can make a difference in your name Jesus.