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.