As we walked to the elevators from the cardio clinic I felt the hot tears start leaking from my eyes as the weight left my shoulders. My beautiful daughter really is healthy!
As much as I hold on to hope as much as I can, fear still comes. So does worry. Doubt. Insecurity.
It can be a daily battle sometimes to make sure hope wins. Sometimes it doesn't even come close. My life, my faith is a work in progress.
Today I snuggled my sweet girl and smelled her sweet toddler fragrance of strawberry shampoo, ritz crackers and sweat...it's a life worth working on. As I gave Ryan a bath, blow dried his hair upon request and sang "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" before bed on this this 97 degree day... It's a hope worth holding onto.
We are blessed.