My daughter's name is Perpetua, which means "Eternal." Since that's a mouthful for a little girl, we nicknamed her "Pepper." Historically, Perpetua was an early Christian, a noblewoman who converted along with her slave, Felicity, and died for her convictions. Since Perpetua was a nursing mother and Felicity had given birth just before her death, these saints as a pair are invoked for the following petition (which I find wildly appropriate):
"Saints Perpetua and Felicity, watch over all mothers and children who are separated from each other."
Here is big sister Felicity putting a flower on Perpetua's grave. And in the background, is bigger sister Cecilia rearranging other plot flowers while I wasn't paying attention; only noticed when I looked at this picture later (sigh...:)
My two girls pictured here are bookmarked by angels; I had an earlier miscarriage (Gabriel) before Cecilia, back in 2009. At the time, it was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But losing Pepper through placenta dysfunction at 17 weeks (cause unknown) was more difficult still. Both of their names will be on the stone when we can get one.