Good Morning...

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.

-Anne Lamott-

It is incredible how new the morning feels.

This boy.  He is amazing.  The fever broke in the middle of the night.  He woke up playing and smiling and acting like Huck.  It has been a wonderful thing to see. 

We just spoke with Dr. Fish and we should head out of the hospital this morning.  That is a really good thing.  Huck is over the wires.  And the beeping.  And the constant assessments.  

Today feels more like hope.  Hope feels like a little boy doing gymnastics in his bed right now listening to the Boxer Rebellion.  Hope feels like Dr. Fish reminding us this morning that Huck does not have Wolff Parkinson White anymore.  Hope feels like sharing a twin hospital bed with Daniel and feeling so safe and loved.  Hope feels like a God who never lets go.

The work isn't done.  Hope is a us warring against our fear constantly.  Hope is remembering what my dear friend Tom emailed me this morning...that God is trustworthy even when things are confusing and hard.  

Thank you for your prayers and messages and love.  I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.