Life and Love

Today I am thankful for the gift of life.

Three years ago, I didn't know if I would see past my 25th birthday.

I didn't know if I would live to see my newborn daughter grow up.

I was afraid, she would never know me.

I was wondering if I would ever get the call.

I remember vividly, holding onto the hope of life.

Praying each and every day for my donor and family.

Playing a lot of scrabble games in between.

Looking out the hospital window.

Praying, and hoping, and wishing...

When Mr. Lovebug, wrote this:

Today marks exactly two months since I last...

Slept in the same bed with you.

Rode in the same car with you.

Was your primary caregiver (in action).

Ate a real meal with you.

Tickled you.

Bought a McDonald's breakfast for you.

Was really alone with you.

Ate your homecookin'.

Got your meds ready for you.

Danced with you.

Really kissed you good.

I've spent more time with you in the past two months that in forever, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

But still, I miss you like crazy.

Life: I never want to take it for granted. I am so grateful for my donor's gift of it.

Love: I want to lavish in it. I want to consistently remind myself of where we were, and where we are. I want celebrate it, everyday!