It was five months last Wednesday. I spent the morning in the hospital with Eric, having his tonsils out. I spent the afternoon with him groggy, hurting and on narcotics. I spent the whole day thinking this is something the Mom should do WITH the Dad. And yet we felt his presence, one of the heavenly hosts of saints and I know we are held by our Loving God who has carried us through the last five months. Today, I'm back at the same surgeon's office, scheduling Emily's tonsil surgery. Remembering and missing are part of life now...
Grace for your journey,
Leigh
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