A year ago today I was scared to death as we began the waiting game of hospital bed rest and the fear of preeclampsia. We were on pins and needles not knowing when you would come. I have thought about how questionable that time was for us and am so amazed at the power and Glory of God in those moments. We trusted, hoped, waited for perfect little you.
It is hard to believe that a year later we are watching you act like a big boy as you feed yourself broccoli and make yourself giggle. The difference a year makes is surprising.