The years are long and short. I still can’t quite wrap my mind around how time is like that: rushing by, yet holding so many happenings.
Three years ago, I heard words I never thought I’d hear: There is something wrong with your baby’s heart.
Before those words, I naively thought I had been through the tough season of my life. I honestly thought that I was somewhat invincible to life’s tragedies because I’d already lived through one.
Life is a brutal teacher.
Grief is an unrelenting force.
Love is a powerful phenomenon.