Not only did He heal and restore my body and soul on a day in September that the world would wish not to remember, He also gave me the perfect gift. The child I had so desperately wanted.
Doctors told me I'd never carry her. They'd spoken those words like daggers through my heart.
God saw fit to bless my life with hers on the very day of my healing, exactly two years after I'd been fitted with a titanium spine. A ray of sunshine to remind me once again that, yes, miracles do happen.
And they come in the form of dimpled cheeks and deep blue eyes. Sweetness in a bundle of pink.
Then, just like that, seven years disappeared.
Years of belly laughs and tears.
Learning and listening.
And, now we are here. Seven years old already. It feels like seconds and centuries at the same time.
I thank God for the memories and the miracle of you. I pray His favor over you all your life. May you seek Him and find Him and know Him and love Him with complete abandon. For though I love you bigger than the earth, sun, and moon, He loves you even more than that. Bask in His delight this day and always.