On Mother’s Day, we went out for a nice breakfast at one of our favorite local places. David got roses the night before, red for his mom and pink for Hope and me. We got one for each year and one for the Angel.
After we ate, we drove to the Angel Garden to visit Hope’s memorial brink and the beautiful Angel that looks over all the sweet babies that were gone too soon. It is sad and sweet and beautiful all at once. We are so thankful that we have an actual place to go when we need one. We know she is with Jesus, my dad, and even our sweet Yankee kitty, but an actual physical location that will always honor her life does so much for our hearts.