A week ago Saturday we sat down to eat pizza and watch a movie...Happy..Content.
In the blink of an eye....
I found myself comforting my children in a hospital waiting room.
Promising that their Daddy would be OK.
Moments later whisked away to a larger hospital across town.
Brain Bleed was about the only word I could grasp. It was bad.
The Doctor gave little to no chance of survival without surgery.
With surgery came uncertainty of life and the quality of it.
How could they go on without their Daddy.
Their Dad was my high school sweetheart.
Two years later we had Jesse and just a short 23 months later came Kaylee.
Four years later we divorced.
Over time forgiveness and healing filled the gap...I like to call it Grace.
We remained friends and moved forward.
We both remarried and had little girls
(which by the way happen to be best of friends)...weird I know.
Fast forward to today.
He is holding on.
Although he is unable to speak or move his right side he is here!
He is fighting.
He recognizes his children! Hallelujah!
His eyes twinkle when he sees them :)
Jesse and Kaylee have awed me with their outpouring of love for their Daddy.
They have become young adults that have made us proud.
Marc has stood by our side through all of this.
He has poured out love and understanding.
For now we wait. We pray.
It has not been easy to share such a personal part of my life here.
Prayer is needed and I know you girls rock in this department :)
I'm standing firm on his promise....
His Grace is sufficient!
It's gotten us this far :)