But last week tiny P was on a beach, and it seems like a rite of passage, somehow, a kid’s first time on a beach, the first time she sees an ocean…
The first time she feels the waves on her little toes…these little toes that just six months ago I was painting while she laid in a hospital bed, carefully moving aside her oxygen saturation monitor.
This is a big deal! A year ago our tiny P was dying…and last week, because she is alive and well, she got to go see the ocean for the first time.
Look what God has done.