Peace

Yesterday, on Leap Year, we buried baby Rebecca. It was more perfect than I could have ever imagined. It was just the five of us. And it was incredibly peaceful. It was very cold, but the sun was shining brightly (it was perfect because the sun was only for about 2 hours that day). There was a crisp, cleanness in the air. Ben had dug the grave earlier in the week, and cleared a beautiful spot where we had chosen together. The girls found petals from the nearby tree and started filling the grave with them and putting them on the beautiful box my dad had made for her. They were singing and happy and talking about how baby Rebecca was in heaven. Brooke explained very briefly to Livia, while they were decorating the box, that Rebecca was already living with Jesus again. Livy looked a little confused, when she looked at the box, Brooke quickly added that her spirit was already with Jesus. It was heart warming and joyful to know that my children know that we are a family forever. We took pictures and just dilly-dallied around with plants and played on the logs nearby. We said a prayer and sang songs and explained again about the Plan of Salvation, the blessing of being an eternal family because Ben and I were married in the Temple, how we will be able to see baby Rebecca when we die. Ben dedicated the grave and we let off some pink balloons. The spirit was so abundant and peaceful, I felt like it was a blanket hovering over us. Yes, there were tears shed and my heart ached a little when I thought about our family missing out on having this beautiful little girl and her tangible love and spirit in our home in the coming years. But overall, I felt joy and peace knowing she was in a good place. The knowledge and belief in the Gospel of Jesus Christ truly brings joy and love in our lives, even during hard times.