The night that Lila died the temperature outside was cold and frigid, but the snow that was falling outside was very light and pretty. I don't think it had really snowed like that up until that day, and if it had we had not noticed. We have now seen snow like that almost everyday in Pittsburgh and each time we do we think of Lila. Yesterday it snowed while the sun was out too. Today it is raining, but we knew it couldn't happen everyday. A friend and old boss of mine told me once that hummingbirds made her think of her late father, another friend and neighbor said deer reminded her of people she had lost, for us I think this delicate snow will always make us think of our precious baby girl. We just want her here with us to look at the snow together like it was supposed to be. -Jenny