Thursday, December 25, 2014

December 25

You were my miracle, Mom. The moment after you had just gotten out of surgery, when Dad told you Becca and I were in the room, and tears ran down your face. The fact that you ever got up, spoke, left the hospital bed at all. The 20 months that I got to spend with you that could have just as easily been 20 minutes, 20 hours, 20 days. 

You were my miracle. You are my miracle. 

I miss you so much it hurts my heart.