March 25

Brent went to three different stores to find the perfect present for his first little one. And what he found was simply perfect. The fluffy, soft lamb and the beautiful wreath gently leaned against the flowers we put there a few weeks earlier.

Darkness was creeping up on us as we stood, hand in hand, looking down at our baby's grave. But we didn't care. Nothing was going to rush our visit -- we prayed, told Morgan how much we miss him and plopped our kisses on the stone.


The real news was that when we walked up to the marker, there was this little bunny stuck in the ground right next to the stone. Brent and I quickly looked around at the other baby's graves, but Morgan's was the only one who had it. Who put it there? It wasn't my parents, and no one else really knows where Morgan is.

In the end, all that matters it that our child has more visitors than just his parents. And that warms my heart beyond words.