Yesterday, while at work I had an interesting experience. Some of you may know that I work at LDS Hospital in the Gift Shop. As I was putting the finishing touches on a display a somber faced nurse gave me a piece of paper about the size of an index card with what looked to be a patients wrist band photocopied onto it. As she handed me the paper she softly said “Im here for the Angel”. A little confused at her odd request I took the paper, smiled, and said “let me see if it is in the back”. I knew my supervisor would be able to shed some light on the matter and point me in the right direction. I walked to her office in the back room and handed her the paper. She must have sensed my confusion because with out even looking at the writing she said, “This is a request for The Angel of Hope, it is given to a mother who has lost her baby”. As she began telling me where to find this special item I could feel a knot begin to form in my throat. My eyes stung as I fought back the urge to burst into tears and my heart ached with the thought of losing something so incredibly precious. It ached for the family who wouldn’t get to know this little life. But mostly, it ached for the mother whose arms were empty. Who had, more than likely, been to hell and back giving life to a spirit so special that her time on this Earth would only be measured In Hours. In Minutes. In Breaths. As I sit here with my little Sophie wiggling around on my lap and pushing her hands on the keyboard, I cannot explain the immense love and sorrow that I feel for this woman, or any woman who is given this very sacred duty to bear. Im so very grateful for the Savior and my knowledge and “Hope” that through Him all that was lost will be restored and that every mother who has paid such a heavy price will once again hold her sweet little baby in her arms.