My sweet Phoebe got her headstone today. On Saturday it will have been six months since I last held her in my arms.
I don’t even have the words to communicate what it feels like to see your little girls name and dates on a grave stone.
These profound and deepening levels of grief never cease to amaze me as God’s grace to bear it never ends.
Although it is a beautiful memorial to her short life on earth. I am so grateful for the assurence that Phoebe is not under that stone, but living life to the fullest.