It showed four simple stick figures with two bright yellow stars drawn in the sky right above them.

“That’s you, me, and two stars,” Harper explained with a bright smile.

“The stars are Mommy and Daddy watching over us.”

“It’s absolutely beautiful, sweetheart,” I whispered, holding back my tears.

“Grandma, sometimes I really wish our family was a little bigger,” Harper admitted quietly as she played with her rabbit’s ears.

“Why do you say that, sweetheart?” I asked, stroking her hair.

“All my friends at school have lots of aunts and uncles and cousins,” Harper said, looking down at her socks.