Thick flakes of creamy white snow dance past the hospital window, the world anew. Where all strength seemed to be gone, in the depths of her soul she found one last push. Hours of standing next to her holding her hand, holding my breath while she held hers for every push. Prayers muttered silently near constant. Twenty-nine hours later the most beautiful child was born.
To see pictures from the shower last Saturday- http://everydaysunsets.blogspot.com Thanks Brandon for the great pictures! The shower wasn’t a moment too soon!
Happy Birthday Papa! Doug got an extra special present for his birthday.