Every day, I think of the words of the mommy who described in aching detail the emotions of losing her son to SIDS.
Every day, I think of the 4-year-old boy who just died in a farming accident nearly identical to the one which my husband miraculously survived at the same age.
Every day, I kiss bumps and bruises which could have been so much worse.
Every day, I watch to make sure he gets to work okay.
Every day, I hear a siren and think of the ambulance that drove past me on the way to my husband without my even knowing.
Every day, I have the choice to replace fear with faith, worry with trust.
Every day with the ones I love is a gift. Every day I appreciate it more.
[This Friday morning, our little 7-week-old Daniel is having surgery to fix a hernia.
Thank you for your prayers as we trust and find the hidden gifts…]