We gave her the middle name Grace because the day she was born was an exercise in Grace for both of us. I woke from the full anesthesia, numb, broken and weary. It was hours before I was able to see her and longer until I held her for the first time. The agony of that time has almost been erased, now. The healing, while never fully complete, has certainly run it's course. She has infinite grace for me, loving me in spite of my shortcomings, never holding a grudge and always willing to cry with me. She is my graceful child, ready to dance, sing, perform and show me what she can do. And every day she teaches me about grace and patience. Oh, lots of patience. I pray that she will know what it means to Worship with abandon, that she will be free in her spirit to always know God, and that she will know His calling in her life. Grace.
These are my girls, my greatest blessing, and my number one job. I've never been happier, loved better, or been more sure that I'm absolutely doing the right thing with my life. Just wanted to share with you all. :)