She is lying on my lap on the hospital bed and had been gone for 3 hours. She is on top of a daisy blanket and in a really cute little dress to match and pink sweater that my mom bought for her as a birthday present. She's wearing a "I love my Mommy" hat that Des gave her from one of her dolls. Her soul is with Jesus who loves her most in heaven - and her body is with her mama who loves her most on earth.
So when I look at the race logo... and I'm hoping in sharing this with you, you'll do the same - I don't see my baby girl's hands, by chance, in a heart shape. I don't see a 'really good picture.' I see my mother's love for her...I see our bond... I see God holding my hands so that I can hold hers. I see how much she depends on me to leave her legacy....our legacy. I see what an amazing team we are. How little I'd have without her and how little she'd have had without me. And I'm so thankful we were given each other.
And looking back, it's no surprise that hearts started 'popping up' everywhere... from the grass on her grave to the shape of rocks on her playground....it's almost as if in those moments, God is reminding me that I'm holding her hand - and He is doing the same for me. That her story is actually my story - and my story is actually His.