I believe in a God of new life!

For the past, I don’t even know how long emphysema has been slowing and ever more taking away my Grandma’s oxygen supply. She had stopped smoking but the damage had already been done and for the past years she has been living with less and less lung function and more and more tubed in oxygen.
I am so amazingly happy to announce this is not to be the case any longer.

On the night of Thanksgiving my grandma got a phone call that there was a lung awaiting her arrival. She drove to UCLA and the next afternoon received a new lung!!! After a 24 hour ordeal she is doing amazingly well! Apparently they will slowly wean her off the oxygen. After however many years she will not be reliant on a tube giving her her breath.

The whole concept of a lung transplant astonishes me….how could something so vital to life be taken from one and given to another. However it works it is miraculous and only a miraculous God could orchestrate such a thing!
This lung is a start of life anew from my Grandma and I believe that my God of love has given this gift to our whole family.

It amazes me that God created our bodies in such a way that our parts could be used in another’s body. But what an amazing gift given unto us!
With all the intricacies I do not understand how it is even possible, all the blood vessels and capillaries and such to fuse from one to the other!

I am in awe and so thankful for this gift! I can not wait to see my beautiful Grandma at Christmas breathing anew!

Living in twilight.

Laying in my bed after a middle of the night feeding, nestled up against my husband and listening to the sounds of my daughter attempting to put herself back to sleep. I cannot help but think of how in love I am with the man lying next to me. It is in these moments where my thoughts are completely my own. No one to interrupt or thoughts to overpower mine. Hearing Tatum’s quiet babbling and grunts remind me of how much I need to savor every moment, They are fleeting and the dishes and house cleaning can wait. My sweet baby girl can take her nap on my chest tomorrow if it so happens and I will savor every moment rather than worry about the dishes that sit undone. Listen to her breathing, smell her scent, and feel her warm little body snuggled close. My husbands snoring and loud breathing usually an obnoxious noise keeping me awake in these moments after a feeding make me love him all the more. He is the man of my dreams as cheesy as that is. He wakes up in the morning and lets me sleep while he and his beautiful daughter chat on the couch. He is hurrying home these days to spend time with us before the Munchkin goes to bed. He lets me squeeze up close to his warmness after I feed without complaint although I know I am cold next to him. He can cook when I don’t feel up to it. He works so hard so I can stay at home for now. He is wonderful and I am so in love with him. You think a tired mom would go to sleep as fast as possible after a night feeding but it is in these moment I lie awake and feel immense love for my small little family. Why this time I have no idea but every night, well early morning between 2 and 5 this is what I am thinking while snuggled up close to my husband with my sweet girl making precious grunt noises from her crib.