I apologize if this image makes anyone feel uncomfortable, but today marks eight years that my Tori was "born sleeping." I still think of her and miss her every day. I am so grateful for the help and support we received from family and friends during that time, and for those who remember her and acknowledge her still. We went to the cemetery to visit her grave today, and I got out my box of her things to show to the kids. It was neat to talk about her with them and to show them the molds of her hands and feet, her ultrasound photos, and other mementos. I am grateful for my faith, which gives me the assurance that our trials and hard times serve a greater purpose, and that one day I'll have her with me again.