A picture of Millie at Christmas in 2018 showed up in my FB memories today. My sweet smiley little doll...with a very distended tummy. I see it now, but I missed it then. I had no idea that little tummy was filling with a deadly beast.
Motherhood is often like that. We are so laser focused on the here and now that we miss the little everyday changes. Somehow you wake up one morning and the kids have outgrown every pair of shoes they own overnight—they grow and change in their sleep!
I’ve spent a lot of time tonight just pondering Millie’s life. I’ve been working in her scrapbook and trying to recall days past and the stories that go with them. Her sweet pudgy hand. The thin blond hair with the crazy curls on the bottom edge. Her love of boots. Her sassy attitude as she bossed Little Man, even biting him when things didn’t go her way. Each are memories that float around in my mind. The memory that I come back to often is that when Millie was diagnosed, she was still a baby. She had a tiny voice, wasn’t able to speak clearly or articulate what she needed. However being at the hospital changed her. She made friends, mostly adults but a few kids. She quickly learned about living a hospital, all the rules, and how to have fun despite the restrictions. It amazed me how she grew up over her year of treatment.
I miss her so very much, but I’m grateful her pain has ceased and she no longer has to live in a hospital waiting for the next “poke”. She was a precious special soul that I look forward to seeing again. Aren’t you glad we will recognize each other in heaven?
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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