“We're on our way to the hospital!” announced the event we'd been anticipating for nine months. Then a few hours later, softly speaking the hardest words I hope my son ever has to utter, “Mom, our baby died.”

Kyler Josephine would be 14 years old. I think of her often. Would she resemble her dark-haired sister or the light-haired one? Would she have her mommy's musical ability or her daddy's love of sports? What would their household be like with a teenager?

I love that they honor her memory in little ways – her Christmas stocking among those hanging on the fireplace, her name as their e-mail address. So wanted, so missed.

This all happened before Ladyslipper Lane, but like her two sisters and her three cousins, she has my heart – tightly.

And this one thing I know – and I anticipate with joy – I will hold her in Heaven. Maybe we'll play together. Maybe we'll walk side by side. But she's there now, and I will be.

Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ [give yourself up to Him, take yourself out of your own keeping and entrust yourself into His keeping] and you will be saved, and this applies both to you and your household as well. Acts 16:31