A lovely way to remember her.
A gentle hug for the sweet memory... What a wonderful way to honor her memory here on this earth.
Sweet Hannah. Your tender love is felt.....keeping her alive in your hearts. May that tree continue to bloom....it's so delicate....and pretty in pink. A gentle hug from me too.
So sweet. Hugs...
Beautiful! So wonderful that it is blooming on her birthday!
I remember when you planted this tree and thought it was such a nice way to remember your sweet Hannah. How could you not think of her when you see these pretty pink blossoms? Perfectly timed!
A beautiful way to remember a sweet someone you'll get to know in heaven.
A sweet and beautiful remembrance for a precious little one.
I just got goosebumps...and after last weeks message in church and the promise that we will have bodies in heaven...I wonder at the smile that sweet Hannah will wear one day when she greets her grammy b.
I have always loved how you commemorate those special children. They will all be able to come to your place and recognize a symbolic tree that will have meaning and Hannah will always have a special place in your heart.
What a beautiful memorial for such a special little soul!!! So, so touching Judy!
What delicate, beautiful blooms! I can't think of a more special way to remember how beautiful she is in her heavenly home and how loved by you and by God!
Such a beautiful tribute to a granddaughter you will hold in your hearts forever!
I missed Hannah on sunday, watching Maggie playing under the pink tree, remembering the other playmate that should have been. ~~
I remember your post as she lived those few hours deeply loved and gently turned over to God's hands. The blossom each year are so meaningful.
Saying a prayer for Hannah! I remember the post when she was born, Judy--I believe it was one of the first times I read your blog. Her tree is beautiful as her memory, and the love you all hold for her in your hearts.
What a sweet, touching tribute to your precious little Hannah. I know how you will hold her always in your hearts, because we do the same with our dear little Hope. Someday we will all be united again.
'The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.' ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson