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.
We had a great time. There was cotton candy, and enough circus themed goodies to feed the entire town. We laughed and joked, and smashed the crap out of a creepy clown pinata! I've tried uploading a few pics, but my uploader isn't cooperating. Use your imagination, or check facebook. :) We have so many reasons to celebrate. So many amazing things have happened in the last year for us to be thankful for. Joel, you are the definition of a fighter. And you are ONE!
Yep. Crying here. So honored to have been a part of that wonderful victory party. I am also reminded of the words you have on the wall in Joel's room..."God keeps His promises." He has done so much healing in the past year. <3 you and your superstar Joel!!! xoxoxo
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