Today marks two years to the date that Emma stopped breathing. I was suddenly very thankful for all those CPR classes I'd had for work!
Looking back, I can see many blessings that have come into our lives that started with this event. I don't care about any of them. What matters to me is Emma. What's she going to get out of it? This is my biggest concern, and something I pray about every day. Dear God, please let Emma get something good out of this horrific experience.
I've had a lot of emotions running through me over the weekend. Lots of memories, some good and some bad. I remember all of the horrible things we went through, but I also remember all the people who stood with us and prayed with us. I've remembered the fear, and then the peace. The anger, and then finally the acceptence. Emotions are normal, and I guess they have to run their course.
I hope you had a safe and happy Mermorial Day weekend. I know we did :) Here are a couple of pictures of then and now...