I have a daughter in heaven

The sound of her laugh is not familiar to me. I don't know the colour of her eyes. She has never called me Mummy. I have never held her hand. I never got to welcome her into this world, or hold her to me, but she was just as much a gift to me as her older brother, and baby sister. Something about her was too precious for this world, and though it still hurts sometimes that I never got to know her in this life, I know that she has been spared so much, that nothing about her can ever be tainted, broken or stolen. I know that my grief is essentially selfish, because she is whole and happy, and that she has someone to rejoice over her. I know that she is not lost to me, but that I will see her, and even get to spend eternity with her at my side! Having Grace as 'mine' for a few precious weeks has taught me so much about myself, about God, about family, and even a little about the miraculous and glorious place that heaven is. Gosh, she is blessed to have been spared this earth, to go straight to glory!