.... my heart heals a little bit.
My neighbor texted me and asked if she could come over for a few minutes. I told her my house is a mess and I'm in my jammies, but if she was ok with that then sure, come over.
She came over with a gift bag in her hands. She tells me that someone she knows was making something and when she saw it she was reminded of my husband and my daughter. She told her friend my story and asked if the friend could make one for me. The friend did one better, she made two.
(a daddy and baby angel! Aren't they adorable?!)
When other people show me that they remember.... it means so much to me. While I love the little angels that were given to me, what I appreciated the most was that my family was remembered...
And for a few moments, my heart smiled.