Chris and I had been invited by a friend to attend the "Angel of Hope" ceremony on December 6th, held at Blanchette Park, St. Charles. Click here to read more about the ceremony. We went bundled up for the cold, Charlotte had on her snow pants and snow boots, our ears covered in hats. No matter how much we tried to keep out the cold, the sting of the tears on our faces and the many other parents who attended could not be stopped. Chris' parent's also attended the ceremony with us, and we left some white daisies at the base of the angel's feet for all of our babies and kept Ryan's candle lit despite the brisk wind. It was an evening that I think Chris and I needed. We held each other and Charlotte in the bitter cold, remembering our handsome son and sadly, shared an unspoken understanding and bond with the others in attendance. There were far more people there than I expected would attend. It breaks my heart to know so many other families know hurt like our own. One can only find comfort in the assurance that all of those children are God's children, and they no longer feel the bitterness of the cold or the piercing wind. They are at peace with Him.