My first daughter’s third birthday is coming next month. One day before that is what many of us in the infant loss community call her “heaven day,” the day she met Christ. This third heaven day and birthday are the first when I will have another child in my arms. My arms are so full of my second child, but simultaneously so empty for my first that my heart pulls to try to close the gap between my first and me. If human love were as formidable as gravity unrelenting, I would pull them equally to myself.