I see her little footprints on the bottom of her shoes. I see the stains from her lunch. I see the tires worn on the stroller. All of these validate that she is indeed here and she is indeed mine. Sweet reminders of my sweet little miracle. I like how things we have look lived in, I like that there are stains on the carpet and scratches on the floors. Being worn in means a lot more to me than I ever could have imagined.
It makes me realize that miracles do happen. It makes me realize that love is above all else. It makes me realize that even the hard days are worth it. It make me realize that the only thing that matters in life is the love of family and friends. It makes me realize how blessed I am. It makes me realize we have come a very long way but have a very long way to go. It makes me realize life. It makes me realize joy and laughter.
I stare at the footprints just a little longer today, such a sweet reminder of our miracle but a difficult reminder of all that we went through to have her little shoes worn.