This weekend we took our annual trip to Charleston for the Heart Walk . I truly love going. We look forward to sporting our pink, walking for our girl, seeing our heart family (other families & medical staff included) and personally delivering another batch of Annabelle Baskets to the hospital…complete with lots more goodies for the step down unit & cookies for the families & staff, too! I guess I get so caught up in getting everything together that I forget how emotional it is. Every year it catches up with me eventually…and this year was no different. As I was going through the pictures from Saturday morning, it hit me. I could see the joy covering the pain. It is my life now. The pain is there…buried deep beneath. I have gotten so use to living with it that I hardly even see it most days.
But, when I am staring at my computer screen at images of our family of four in our pink shirts with me being the only girl in the picture…it gets me. When I see my third little love snuggling up to the amazing physician that took care of his big sister and that he is named after…it gets me. When I am savoring every moment of being in my favorite city that only became my favorite city after spending five weeks sleeping on a vinyl sofa in the hospital by my daughter’s bed…it gets me.
I could not have asked for more out of our weekend away…except that the precious deep blue eyed baby girl that brought us there be skipping right along by my side.
“The Spirit of God whets our appetite by giving us a taste of what's ahead. He puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we'll never settle for less.” 2 Corinthians 5:5 (The Message)