Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of the worst day of my life and Richard's. A year ago at this time, Joseph was baptized, hospitalized, received Last Rites and endured hours of agony from severe dehydration, infection and multiple failed attempts to insert an IV catheter.
AND YET, here we are, one year later, with a strong, healthy, happy little boy - despite all the shadows that crossed his path. Rich and I just want to thank God this week for answered prayers. We want to reaffirm our trust in His Providence and goodness, and recommit ourselves to abandonment to His plan, come what may, even in the times that His plans do not turn out to be a perfect match of our most ardent hopes.
Rich and I never look at these photos of Joseph's Christening
but now, he's strong enough for swimming
and for giving his Papa guitar lessons
(even if he's not actually a whole lot bigger than he was at 6 weeks old)