I'm not a (public) crier, but MB's last preschool program tonight did me in. I kept seeing her as that seven-pound, stitched-up baby whose future was so unsure five fast years ago.
After Brooksie's emergency surgery, I tried hard to picture her as a growing girl whose insides functioned as they should. The best I could conjure was our family high-tailing it home as soon as those tubes and wires came out; beyond that was more than I could muster.
But here she is, y'all - whole, healthy and ours. How dare I cry about that? She's everything we couldn't even find the words to pray for back then.
Tonight she sang her heart (and I'd say "intestines," but that'd be too on the nose) out about Jesus, and I barely held it together. My kindergarten-bound, scrappy little Brooksie, I'm so thankful for you. 💗 #takethatintestines #intestinalmalrotation