The Gift of Life

Last year, on this day, I woke up with a smile on my face.

Typically, on that day, I wake up missing my Grandma so much. December 2nd was her birthday.

But last year was different. I woke up with a strange feeling, and just knew I had to do something.

I tiptoed to the bathroom, through the cold, dark house, careful not to wake Grant and the kids. Those two minutes felt like an eternity, but when that plus sign showed up, I felt my heart soar.



I kept that test, and the positive result is still there, one year later.

It amazes me how much my life has changed in a year. For the better. Our third baby truly was a gift from God. She was our miracle. She made us stronger than ever. She completed us.



This morning I woke up feeling so thankful, so blessed, so incredibly lucky.



Instead of feeling an emptiness in my heart on this day, my heart now feels full.



My Grandma would have thought that the news of a new grandchild was the best birthday gift ever.



Looking at Liliana today, I am struck by how much she reminds me of my Grandma. The same blue eyes and constant, sweet smile. But even more so, her spirit. She has the same sweet, easy-going, friendly personality.




It's amazing how a person can live on, even when they are no longer with you.




My Grandma's birthday was a special day, and finding out we were expecting the baby we wanted so much on that day, has made it even more special. Her birthday became the birth of our new life.




One year has flown by, and that little baby is now one day shy of turning 4 months old. She is our blessing.