I’m sitting in a quiet hospital room, again.  This is our second day here.  I’ve been floating in and out for the past hour.  I’m running on the tiniest bits of sleep from this past week.  I’ve got a sleeping babe in my arms, and for the moment, all is calm.

I’ll write more about this all later, but for now I just have to say a few thoughts.  The near-constant, genuine life-and-death brushes we’ve had with our family over this past year have been hard.  They’ve been sacred.  They’ve brought us to a new plane of life and faith and being.

We’ve made a lot of changes in our lives these past few years, and I know we’ll be making more.  Because life is so short and beautiful and sacred.  After these past two days, I feel like another layer is peeled from my eyes.


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