Dearest Amy, though earthly arms may never know the comfort of the babe's present, the beat of a little heart held fast against yours ... in heaven awaits a reunion that will make the angels shout forth with joy! You're love, ever and always, by the Father ... and He retores the years locust-eaten and grief-laden. And joy truly will come in the morning, when in dawns on that eternal day of meeting. God bless!
