
Last Saturday marked three years since our dearest angel daughter was born. After a perfect pregnancy and not-so-unusual labor, Maisie was born hypoxic, having been deprived of oxygen sometime during the 22 hours I was laboring to get her here. The fact that her heartrate never showed a problem indicates to me what a miracle she was. Chosen to stay here with our family for a brief 22 days, then return to our Heavenly Father and other family who have passed on.
While it's been 3 years since she was here and I am full of joy to be her mother, there are still mournful moments. Moments with quiet tears and memories of holding an angel in my arms. Moments when a song or a picture or a look from one of my 2 sons reminds me of the daughter I have. I am so proud to have an angel daughter. It was a miracle that she left us, a miracle that she stayed with us so long, and a blessing that we get to have her forever since our family is an eternal family, sealed together by someone with authority given him of God to do so.
I don't expect to ever forget my angel. I know she is with me. I know I will see her again. These thoughts give me great joy.