Two years of Hope

Two years ago today I raced half way across the world to a dying baby. Two.years. In some ways, I had no idea what I was doing. I knew I had to go. I just said yes, and went. Because I knew, I just knew, she did not deserve to be alone in her suffering. She deserved to be chosen. She deserved to be loved. No matter how many days on this earth she has.

In the two years she has been part of us, she has taught so much. I opened my hand to let go of so much, and my faith deepened in ways unimaginable. No longer could I depend on myself or my own competency. It was no longer enough. I had to rely on God. On His hope. And the #choosehope became our mantra.

She is a gift. She is a gift I wasn't expecting. She is a miracle witnessed by my own eyes, defying all odds and expectations.

So tonight, I listen to her steady breathing as she sleeps. I am reminded of all that we have experienced in the past two years. And I thank God. For all of it. For every single moment of it. Cherished moments.

#choosehope