Then I remembered how Dan and I would leave the hospital every night talking about her daily trials and I would cry. I would cry in the car on the way to the hospital. I cried when I held her, when I fed her, and all the way back to the car as we were leaving her.
It's weird to remember all those fears now when I have a beautiful, thriving 19 month old who wears punch bowls on her head and laughs with me.
It's weird to remember all those fears now when I have a beautiful, thriving 19 month old who wears punch bowls on her head and laughs with me.
I don't want to forget those moments, even if they were sad because they make me so very thankful for what I have and for all my many blessings. So I am writing (typing) it down.
2 comments:
She is one sweet little blessing and she is so lucky to have you and Dan as parents.
You are truly blessed to have such a wonderful family.
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