One year ago today, I was sitting in a hospital bed. Alone and scared. Our child had been transported in the middle of the night to Tacoma. The last moments spent with him were in prayer, when Adam and I laid hands on him. We had no idea what was wrong with him, whether he'd be ok, whether we'd ever see him alive again. Sitting in a birthing ward without a baby is a pretty terrible place to be.
And now, a year later. Celebrating victory.