Dear Rose,

Dear Rose,

On or around this day you were supposed to be born. If you were still here, I would be holding a small, beautiful little baby in my arms, basking in that just-sent-from-above sense of love and peace and goodwill.

But you are not.

And that's okay.

I can see now why things had to be this way.

And I am grateful for my Heavenly Father and His knowing more than we will ever know.

If we will but just trust in Him and His plan for us, things will work out.

They always do.

I will love you forever,

Your Mom