A Heart of Gold

This morning my door bell rang and brought me a wonderful gift.
I've had experiences in life that have taught me life must go on no matter what the circumstance.
But it's nice to know that even though it's been almost one month to the day that we found out our
sweet baby had left to be with our Father in Heaven...that we aren't the only ones who still remember.
Someone knows the heartbreak. Someone still cares to comfort us. Someone knows we'll never forget the joy of finding out we were expecting and the pain of finding out it had ended. Nate and Joni--thanks for remembering our baby and our broken hearts trying to heal. Thanks for showing us your LOVE. I will always remember your simple act of kindness, and that today you were an instrument in the hands of the Lord...today we received one of His tender mercies through you.

This Pink box, carried safely to us via Priority mail,

Carries a precious reminder to us..."of the joy that awaits us on the other side."

My brother Nate and his wife Joni experienced a miscarriage themselves, their Shelby--and perhaps they thought of us because they know that the pain never goes away, the longing only becomes greater, and that even though our baby was so small and fragile, that it was still our baby.

Our baby, who we named, Danny, will always have our hearts.

This little gift...this effort to show that our Danny matters to more than just us,

has brought tears to my eyes of both earthly sorrow and eternal joy.

Mike and I are so grateful to have been able to provide a body to one of Heavenly Fathers finest spirits, whose test didn't need to last more than 7 short weeks.

A spirit son or daughter of the most high,

with a heart of Gold.

...FAMILIES ARE FOREVER...