Love is to be shared and life is to be lived, to be experienced, to be enjoyed. It is something to wrap oneself around and hold onto as tightly as possible with every fiber of one's being while simultaneously being completely and totally wrapped up inside it
Monday, March 5, 2012
I am NOT happy about this...whatever it is!
Two weeks ago her heart rate would have been at 200+. There would have been no sound coming out of her because of the vent tube. Nurses would have come in and given her something to calm her down for fear she wouldn't make it beyond the cry. What a difference. This happy, health, mad cry fills me with joy.
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