Home Sweet Home

There is much peace we feel at home. There is a sort of calmness here. A slower pace we feel as we bask in our blessings.

All around me I am reminded of this past week's miracle God has done in our lives.

...I see it in the left over snack puffs growing stale on her high chair tray...

...I see it in the alphabet magnets scattered across the bottom of the refrigerator...

...I see it in the balls laying in the hallway just outside of her room...

...I see it in the tiny clothes in the hamper awaiting their next washing...

...I see it in the stack of burp cloths laying on my bed stand from the night she got sick...

...I see it in the onesie that was cut off her body in the E.R...

...I see it in the tiny stray socks laying in our family room, left where she last took them off...

...I see it in the pink towel and washcloth hung to dry from her last bath...

...I see it in the cartoon character toothbrush resting next to mine...

I have become so aware of all these types of things in our home.

These things, they are traces of Cayman's life here and how she leaves her mark on our home.

I felt no burden yesterday tidying up these beautiful clutter trails Cayman had made the day before she got sick because I knew soon she'd be making new ones.

I stopped to think about that for a moment...

Realizing that if God would not have returned her to our arms, all these traces of where her life was last lived in our home, it would have been painful uncluttering the space knowing I would never get to do it again.

All I can say is I have so much gratefulness in my heart and I am filled with a joy that stretches beyond the limits of what my words can express.

The week Cayman experienced a shunt failure severe enough to result in cardiac arrest.