Over the last year, life has been one big roller-coaster.
I felt angry.
I felt sad.
Every day was a question mark.
Would we have to rush across the state today?
Would we get through the day without crying?
As the year wore on, even though the question marks remained, the love within our family grew.
And when our patience declined… we put a little alcohol on it.
Let’s face it, not every moment is beautiful.
We started making plans again.
Every moment my family had together carried an urgency to be celebrated & embraced.
Would we have celebrated that big without the influence of my niece’s fragile state?
I don’t know.
I do know that my little Tenacious D’s fight for life made my family really examine how blessed & lucky we are to have each other.
Do I still have anger?
This hurt may never disappear; it’s likely a fraction of the pain her parents feel.
But every time one of my children screams at me to carry them through Disney World…
or simply tells me I am in their heart, I take it.
I soak in that moment and remind myself how lucky I am to have them in my life…
then chug a big swig of beer if the moment requires such things.
Let’s be honest, I’m not perfect and neither are they!
Delaney’s 9 months on earth taught us to embrace every moment,
and, on a fairly deep level,
made my family’s time together… better.