These past two weeks have held much emotion for me, as I've pondered where we were 6 months, one year, and also two years ago . . .
SIX MONTHS AGO
I went from hospital to hospital for this:
and this:
And now, six months later, I get to experience this:
ONE YEAR AGO
I went from this:
I knew life was going to change come February, but that's about all I knew. The boys came and I couldn't see straight. I wasn't sleeping. (Ok I WAS sleeping, but in increments too short and too few to really count.) I was head over heels in love with the two newest members of our family, and yet I was miserable at the same time. I was overwhelmed to the point where it felt like I was drowning on dry land. I had everything I ever wanted--and yet didn't want--at the same time. My heart hurt.
And now, one year later, I get to experience this:
TWO YEARS AGO
I went from this:
to this:
In what felt like seconds our world was turned upside-down, and not in the way we had imagined or hoped for. I was scared. I didn't sleep. I cried. I spent countless hours simply watching and praying, and praying and watching. I would sneak kisses when the nurses weren't looking and dreamed of the day I could hold my happy, healthy little boy. I held little fingers and sobbed into the chest of a strong husband who was as scared and as uncertain as I. I was overwhelmed. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed. My heart hurt.
And now, two years later, I get to experience this:
So much can happen, so fast. I may have plans and I can dream, however the Lord only knows where I will be six months, one year, and two years from now.
And now, two years later, I get to experience this:
So much can happen, so fast. I may have plans and I can dream, however the Lord only knows where I will be six months, one year, and two years from now.
And no matter what I face, I can be sure of one thing--God is bigger.

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