On the way home from hospital last night the girl who loves to dance said, “Mommy, does God send two miracles to a family?” and even though I knew what she was asking I said. “What do you mean?”
and I had to answer honestly and said, “Yes, I do. I think she will be okay again. I explained to her how God has sent use thousands of miracles each day. Just sometimes we are to busy to see them.
I told her how she was a miracle, life was just like that I said. Sometimes miracles stare us right in the face and we miss them. Our job is to find them in each simple day. . .and then she and i counted our blessings all the way back to the best Nana’s house.
She asked me to read her a story before I put her to bed and went back to be with our girl. So I did
as I read the Fisherman called with a sound of alarm in his voice.
He said our girl who loves music was unresponsive and the nurse called for the doctor. Tests were being run and I should come back right away. and I thanked God the Philosopher had just arrived – I couldn’t see through tears in my eyes to drive back to the city that seemed 1000 miles away this time.
When we hurried into the room the nurse said: “It’s okay!” “She’s sleeping.” “She’s worn out” “Everything looks really good on the scan.” “Often times with head traumas once they sleep . . . they sleep & that’s when the true healing begins. ”
and so she slept.
and again we gave thanks and let her rest. . . our sleeping beauty.
Thank you for your continued prayers. I don’t know what we would do without them.
Much love from the Fisherman and his wife
time alone with the youngest one of us
scans all clear
sun in bay window warming liking a hug
sleep to recover
brothers who rush to be with their sister
great nursing care
flowers of get well
Mass cards from so many
food in the fridge when we get home from loving friends