It just must be said.
With Fall arriving and Winter coming,
I'm thinking back to where I was in life when it was last these seasons.
Anticipating bedrest.
Monitoring amniotic fluid levels.
Imagining her tiny body and still forming parts.
Already begging God to let her cook to 35 weeks.
Then we went all the way to 39.
I don't believe that God grants some miracles and denies others.
But I do know that Sagie is a miracle.
And for that I am crazy grateful.
