Last week at this time I was anxiously awaiting news that my daughter-in-law and just born grandson had made it through the night.
I was following my deployed son’s journey from half-way around the world as he tried hard to make it home.
I was planning and organizing so that the son who lives near, my daughter and I could leave early Monday morning to drive down and see all of them.
And I was praying: “Grace and mercy and strength and life. Please, please, please God! We need them to be alright.”
I’m still praying.
But I’m also encouraged.
My son, the new father, made it home. His wife, a new mama, is doing well. Our sweet baby is holding his own and improving every day. Uncle, aunt and Mama D were able to see, touch and make much over this new little life.
What a difference a week makes!
I wish Uncle Dominic were here too. He would have loved that tiny baby and completed our circle of love around the incubator.
It’s going to be a long and winding journey from this point forward. I’m not naive. I know we will have peaks and valleys, good days and more difficult ones.
But our family is united for the fight.
We are knit together with bonds of love and steel and will do whatever it takes to support one another in this journey.
And we are oh, so blessed by the many, many people volunteering to come alongside! People praying, sending cards, notes and encouraging messages. Offers of meals, gas cards and preemie baby supplies and clothes.
All these help hearts hold onto hope.
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