During that time, my parents retired and moved to Knoxville. And we had the sweetest
I do remember, during those years, that I would roll out of the bed and into my sneakers. Not kidding. #hitthegroundrunning We were treading water. Barely. But I will always remember, even though I can hardly recollect, that those were the sweetest years of my life. It will never get any better this side of heaven, and we knew it. Our babies, our family, together.
I could write for days about the ways God prepared us to be Lilah's parents (I probably have written about it before). And, looking back, He used those two years to heal us up from the 4 before--when she was always sick--and to prepare us for the two ahead, when she got too sick for us to care for her without help. I am so thankful that we got to have Lilah for her 7 1/2 years, but I am especially grateful for the years free from nurses and hospitals...the years where she could sit up on her own, chuckle at an especially funny Elmo episode, and eat a few goldfish. It was such a gift. ...Let my life overflow with thanksgiving for all he has done (Colossians 2:7) I am thankful, and I am heartbroken. I am profoundly sad. All of these things can be...at the same time. Right now, I look in the mirror and know that the scale tips massively to the side of grief, but by God's grace I look forward to the day when those scales even out. Even beyond that day, we covet your prayers and are so grateful for the ways that so many people have come alongside of us, as we figure out how to live the next day without our sweet girl.