Babygirl

My family seems so far away now.  That moment...retracing my steps over and over again in the hall corridors...it all seems like part of a dream.  I am miles and miles away from this morning, when I was able to stroke the beautiful, curly black head of my new cousin with her Dad and my sister. I wish I was still there, praying for HOLT,BABYGIRL and drinking deep from the well of my family's joy.

Yet life must go on, and in fact does.

Quickly.

Yet these brief moments force me to look beyond myself and realize that life is very important; that it is ultimately these moments that make us alive.

1) Watching the sunset from the top floor of MD Anderson with Josh.
2) Grant's face coming out of the delivery room.
3) Fresh fruits from the roadside.
4) A bird's eye view of 6.
5) Shade from the sun at the park, and fuzzy's tacos after a long, hot summer, all while speaking about God.
6) Working on the ceiling fans with Grandpa Holt.



This morning I beheld a pure life.

I touched it with my own hands.

Thank you, Babygirl, for reminding me I have a heart.