Days after Emma's death, I received this Willow Tree Angel.
This is called Angel's Embrace. My nephew, who was almost 3, looked at it and gingerly touching the head of the baby said, Baby Emma.
I cried a lot in those days.
I have a curio cabinet in my bedroom and it has sat empty since we moved into our new home. I unpacked her hand and foot molds, her sweet hats and a few other trinkets that reminded me of Emma. But, other than that, it has sat empty.
Today, I opened it up and dusted off the shelves and opened my box of Willow Tree Angels. I unpacked each of my angels and placed them on the shelf. I have done this before. We have moved several times in the last 7 years, so this is not something new.
However, when I got to this angel today, I started to cry. I no longer thought of this being Emma when she died being held by an Angel, but instead, Emma holding her baby brother who is getting ready to come to Earth.
I thought of my sweet girl who is there to see off each of her siblings and cousins as they are coming into the world. I thought of my sweet angel who is there to meet her Great-Grandparents and one day Grandparents as they leave this world.
I thought of my darling daughter. My first born. The one that first made me a Mother.
I thought of her heart and how she must feel watching us here on Earth. How she must feel watching her brother and sisters get hugs and kisses from Jeremy and me. How she must feel not being here, but knowing hers is a bigger mission to fill.
I wonder if she misses us as much as we miss her.