I have gotten angry on more than one occasion thinking about it, but then God gently reminds me that we didn't lose the privilege of loving her.
I will always treasure....
This picture of her tiny footprints next to David's finger.
Her Christmas ornaments
The garden box David built in her memory.
Her baby shoes and assorted baby items that we accumulated in anticipation of her birth, along with the sweet gifts and sympathy cards we received after her death.
Our Memorial tattoos
And wearing the beautiful pieces of remembrance jewelry I received from dear friends.
Even though her tiny body is now a thimble-full of ashes, Ava is and always will be a part of our family. We will continue to speak her name and remember her life until our last breath here on earth. Next month I am giving birth to her little brother Isaac. I look forward to when I can share with him the beautiful, yet short life his sister lived and how she changed our family. We have been carved into different people, ones who understand the fragility of life and cherish the sacredness of every moment with those we love. Our dreams for her life will never be, but she will live on in our memory and be loved by us for eternity.