Finally saw my daughters's grave marker

I went to my daughter's grave yesterday after almost 2 months. It's difficult for me to go there because just driving there opens up my wounds and takes me back to the days following her loss.  I had not seen her grave marker yet, yesterday was the first time. It was soo cute. How odd that I can call a grave marker cute, but that's my baby.
 I cleaned it and sat there singing her lullabyes that I used to sing to my son when he was a baby. It  is beautiful there, the trees are changing colors from bright green to orange, red, rust, and all the beautiful fall colors. It was a big contrast from what I was used to seeing since she was buried there at the begining of summer. It was windy, but a soothing wind that swayed the tree branches melodiously. It was so peaceful , I didn't want to leave. I believe that she isn't there, just her physical body, but it still felt right just being there. I layed over her grave for the longest time, I almost fell asleep. The windchimes joined in with the sound of the leaves rustling, it sounded so lovely.  I said my goodbyes and left. It was the first time that I left her grave without sobbing, although I did cry a bit on the way home.
The sad part of it is that there are two new graves by her, it's heartbreaking to know that this does happen more often that I ever imagined. I pray those families will be ok.  My husband visits her grave every Friday after work. I can't do it that often because I'm scared that I will break down and go into my dark place and not come out of it for a few days as this has happened before. I feel bad sometimes but like I mentioned above, I believe she's in heaven and I can talk to her at any time.
I miss you baby. I wish you were here but I know you're in a better place. Mommy and Daddy love you more than you can imagine.