Nine years ago, my one and only niece was born. And it was the coolest birthday, since I'm her only aunt, and my birthday is 1/11 -- exactly half of 2/22. I may not have been there, but I was thrilled when I got the news. It was a truly great day.
Then six years ago, Logan had neurosurgery. That experience concluded with the surgeon emerging from the OR, pulling up a chair, and telling us "well, I think I got it all." But of course, as we later discovered, he hadn't actually gotten it all.
So this date has been rich with meaning: it went from a joyful one that celebrated new life to a scary one that featured a risky surgery on one of my loves to a re-birthday of sorts to a day that didn't yield the outcome we so desperately desired. So... complex.
So what did I do with all of that today? Not a lot, to be honest. I think my heart rehashed it without really burdening my brain. Instead, I watched the clouds come and go, lighten and darken, form and disappear. And it --like February 22-- was beautiful, if only because God Himself made it all happen.
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