They said they had a question for us.  Something we would need to pray about, they said. And when the words were spoken from my sister's mouth, tears couldn't help but flow.  I was taken aback.  It was SO not the question I expected... And the magnitude of it all, the significance in our lives... It was just deep, and raw, and beautiful, and honoring, and just so selfless.

"If we have a daughter, we would like to name her after Lilia."

Talking about it was out of the question... Praying about it wasn't necessary.  I don't even think we looked at each other to see the other's response.  Jason answered what we both felt deeply in our hearts.  "Praying about it isn't necessary.  It would be an honor to us."

And with that, my sister and her husband's first daughter was named.

On that same visit, Ali gave my mother and I necklaces in honor of Lilia.  She had one to match.  She asked if we would wear them at her shower, to remember the life that grew inside me for 9 months as we celebrated the life growing inside of her.  My sweet sister has this pure compassion that just pours from her.  It's a selfless, asking-for-nothing-in-return kind of tenderheartedness.  I love that about her.  She has taught me so much.

That necklace, the one we cried over as she gave it to my mom and I, was with her as she brought forth her very first, pink, juicy, precious little girl into this world.  HER Lilia.  Ruhamy Lilia.  And that first night they were together as mother and daughter, Ruhamy fell asleep grasping that necklace.  It was an honor I didn't expect, don't deserve, but am forever grateful for.

The necklace reads "Lilia Born to Jesus".

Thank you, Ali and Brad.  My words are so insignificant to the true depth to which you blessed me and Jason.  We love you and love our very beautiful, dimply little niece!