I am so sorry I am just now...a week and a half later...updating. Life in the loudest house on earth sure is crazy.
I wish there was a bigger phrase than "thank you". I have spent the last week and a half more grateful than there are words on this earth to tell you. Thank you for praying for us and our family and for our sweet boy. Thank you for the texts and tears and cards and money and hope and laughter and emails and Facebook messages and places to sleep and meals and hilarious group messages and baskets of treats. Thank you for being the kind of community that loves deeply and loves well. I keep saying it, and I keep meaning it, I feel like the luckiest girl alive because of how much you have loved us. And...to sweet Virginia and Drew and Molly and the Seitz family, who fed and bathed and watched and cared for Campbell and Graham: I love you all so much, and life is so much sweeter with you and your amazing adventures and homemade pizzas and 7 bean soups. To the Village...I'm convinced on one on earth has friends like you. To my parents...thank you for Nashville, which we quite literally couldn't have done without you and for all that you gave up to love us.
From all five Mizells, thank you ALL for everything.
As for Huckbot (his new name)...he is awesome. His brothers think his "computer" is the coolest thing of all time and I think they are both asking for one for Christmas. He, for the most part, seems unaware of his big giant monitor and only the stitches and his brothers' constant curiosity and wonder seem to bother him. He is back and he is amazing. I really think he might be cuter than he was two weeks ago. We are very thankful that Dr. Fish decided to put stitches, derma bond AND steri strips on his incision because little man does not like to be slow or still. We will see Dr. Fish again next Wednesday and check out any episodes on his monitor and talk about a new plan then. I will keep you posted!
In watching God put back together the heart of my boy, I am overwhelmed by how he has put back together my own. I never imagined that problems in Huck's heart would expose so much in me. So much fear and selfishness and control. But, God, rich in mercy and overflowing in love has spent the last month doing what he does: putting all of us back together. Every night when I check to see if he's breathing ten million times I am reminded. Every glimpse of the giant bump in his chest. Every time someone asks how I am. Every cough. Every cry. Slowly over this lifetime, we are being put back together. My boy's heart is better than it was last week or two weeks or a year ago. And so is mine.
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
-C.S. Lewis-
