As I walked along the pier stretched out over the ocean, I read the names on the empty benches. Each bench was in honor or in memory of a loved one. The kids and I enjoy reading these kinds of markers. They are a sort of marker of the life and death of this person and a reflection of the love that was and is had for them. I waited many years for a promise God had given me and as I walked along, reading the carvings of love, I came across her name. No birth date, no death date. She did not exist yet. She was still a promise I was waiting to see fulfilled. But there was her name, holding space and in hindsight, maybe even prophetic in things to come.