Bella turns eight tomorrow.
My precious, unpretentious girl - full of life, unabashedly affectionate, and eager to share a smile and a giggle.
Lover of animals.
Loyal friend.
Tender heart.
Compassionate.
My Bella turns eight tomorrow.
How can this be?
She was not supposed to survive one week.
Then, well, odds were not good pre-transplant.
Hopefully she will make it to her fifth birthday, they said.
And here we are.
Bella turns eight tomorrow.
Do you believe in miracles?
I certainly do.
What about those who have lost their loved ones?
Admittedly I do not know - I plan to ask God about that myself.
But what I DO know
My Bella turns eight tomorrow.
A bright, tangible ray of hope. An answered prayer. An example of how the journey of faith resides in the tension between the brutal and the beautiful.
Happy Birthday, sweet girl. Mama and Daddy love you to the moon and back - times infinity.
