I spent an hour trying to hammer out an insightful paragraph on the mystery of miracles, but then realized that's probably best left to C.S. Lewis and people who've had plenty of sleep.
For now, I'm just glad that today my little boy opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "Mama." For now, I'm thankful that the doctors approach us with smiles instead of looks of pity. For now, I'm thrilled to think that soon we could be taking Levi home.
So much has changed. I never thought that I could be the mother of a sick child. I thought I knew my limits. I looked with wonder at others who have children with disabilities or longterm illnesses and wondered how they coped.
To be honest, I probably haven't had time to process everything. The last 10 days have been unreal, surreal, exhausting, numbing. But I'm pleasantly surprised to discover that beneath all that, I am not afraid.
For now I am simply thankful for the gift of Levi. For now, that is enough.