you are good to me. you spent both nights in the hospital with penelope and a lot of the days too. and i know it certainly wasn't restful...
you cancelled everything quickly so you could be there.
i remember when lila was just born and we were in the hospital. you were trying to leave any chance you could get and i kept looking at you across the room wondering who you were. and trying not to be hurt.
telling me to go home and rest.
no one could pull you from her at that point.
and in a tiny spark i remembered how it used to be. just a small moment of remembering the hospital setting and a baby and being scared.
it was familiar. i remember.
i love that God is leaving nothing undone. it's like he's going back in time and mending wounds, the big gashes and the tiny tears. He sees them all and He does not forget even when i try. i pushed things into the "forget" corner because they were too small of hurts that didn't matter all that much.
and God brings them to the light and says, this one too. i'll mend that too. i'm not done here.
God is so kind to me through you.
through this weird and tiring couple of days, God has been big and surprising. and in the midst of sickness he has been healing the tiny parts of my heart. i know you don't see it, you're doing what needs to get done. but it means a lot to me...the kind of father you are and the kind of husband you've become. because i know what the ending of the story should be.
and mostly because it points to something bigger than us.
the God that redeems both big and small, forgotten and remembered.
i love you.
(p.s. penelope was in the hospital with pneumonia and is home now recovering and doing great!)