Shortly after Little B. made his appearance, J. and I learned — for certain — that Michael was a hero.
I don’t know who, there were no names… but I know that Michael’s heart saved the life of another tiny child mere hours after we signed the papers to donate.
And today, as we are called to remember our thankfulness, I am thankful for my firstborn. I am so, so thankful I got to carry that precious boy, even though I never got to bring him home, because the experience in itself was a gift. And I am thankful that he was able to give another family the gift that we had to wait for. I am thankful that this family gets to watch their little one grow up, I am thankful that they’ll get to watch him or her run and play and be everything a healthy child should be.
I am so thankful. ❤