There is this boy. . . .
He stole my heart the moment I saw him. His eye light up a whole room. His smile can melt the heart of even the hardest person. His love is like something I've never seen before. And when he flirts. . . .he can work a whole room!
Today my heart was heavy. Heavy with anticipation, heavy with worry, heavy with love for this sweet angel boy. I don't see him near enough because we live three hours apart from each other. However when we do see each other it is a sweet moment of hugs, laughing and play. He has a huge heart, and doesn't shy away from showing his love for people. He is amazing to watch in church. He loves to "preach" from the back of the church. He raises his hands in worship and plays his tambourine with all that he has in him.
I have talked about Elijah on this blog before.
Today he had heart surgery. Today the surgeons opened up his little chest and and spent hours repairing and trying to heal the heart he was born with. I think of how amazing it is to be able to truly touch the heart of someone, even as little as Elijah, who has touched the hearts of so many. I wonder if those surgeons realize how special that heart is and how many people have been affected by the heart they actually had their hands on today.
Today the surgery was successful. At least that is the word I received through an email from his grandmother. He is currently in ICU, still intubated, and as of right now it was a success.
Thank you God, for allowing this sweet boy another day. Thank you for blessing me with the opportunity be one of the many who have been touched by this amazing heart. Thank you for success!
My heart was heavy, my sleep was light today as I reflected back. Many years ago to the day another 4 yr old had heart surgery. The sweetest 4 yr old baby girl I had ever met. She too, stole my heart at first site. She was born with downs syndrome and as many down syndrome babies, had a small hole in her heart. Katie wasn't able to speak verbally, however her eyes and smile and heart spoke so much more than her voice ever could. Katie and I would sit for hours singing and playing little finger games. When she would hug you her whole body would wrap around and she would dig her little face into your neck and it became a full body hug. She didn't know anything but love, just like Elijah. She didn't know how to not love. I was always so fascinated by this. How amazing would it be to live in a world where people didn't know how NOT to love.
I was at work the day Katie had her "simple" procedure to close up the whole that was in her heart. I remember seeing her after work that day. She was a sleepy and sick little girl, laying in a huge hospital bed with those strawberry blonde locks ties up in a nice little bow, with her pink PJ's on. I also remember the day I got the call that Katie was not going to recover. The day they had to take her off breathing machines. The day the heart that only knew love was going to meet the one who made her perfect. I remember the last day I saw sweet Katie. The day my life changed forever. I wish I had a picture of this precious baby girl. The only one I have in my mind, my heart. The wobbly walk, the crooked smile, the pale blue eyes, fair skin and strawberry hair. The little chubby hands that would carefully hold a sippy cup to her mouth, or pick up a cheerio one piece at a time.
I think of Katie often but not near as much as I have in the last 24 hours. The similarities between Katie and Elijah have had my head and heart spinning. I wasn't able to be at the hospital for Elijah's surgery. I wasn't able to see him before they took him back in the OR. I have been there for other surgeries. This was a very weird, helpless feeling. I didn't hear that funny laugh after they give him the medicine that makes him silly so he won't cry when the nurses take him from him mommy. But that doesn't mean my heart wasn't there every minute today. It doesn't mean I wasn't praying for that sweet baby. It doesn't mean that I wasn't afraid I would be getting the same call I got all those years ago when I had to say good-bye to Katie. And it doesn't mean I didn't have faith that my God would take care of Elijah. That He had it all under control.
I have talked about Elijah on this blog before.
Today he had heart surgery. Today the surgeons opened up his little chest and and spent hours repairing and trying to heal the heart he was born with. I think of how amazing it is to be able to truly touch the heart of someone, even as little as Elijah, who has touched the hearts of so many. I wonder if those surgeons realize how special that heart is and how many people have been affected by the heart they actually had their hands on today.
Today the surgery was successful. At least that is the word I received through an email from his grandmother. He is currently in ICU, still intubated, and as of right now it was a success.
Thank you God, for allowing this sweet boy another day. Thank you for blessing me with the opportunity be one of the many who have been touched by this amazing heart. Thank you for success!
My heart was heavy, my sleep was light today as I reflected back. Many years ago to the day another 4 yr old had heart surgery. The sweetest 4 yr old baby girl I had ever met. She too, stole my heart at first site. She was born with downs syndrome and as many down syndrome babies, had a small hole in her heart. Katie wasn't able to speak verbally, however her eyes and smile and heart spoke so much more than her voice ever could. Katie and I would sit for hours singing and playing little finger games. When she would hug you her whole body would wrap around and she would dig her little face into your neck and it became a full body hug. She didn't know anything but love, just like Elijah. She didn't know how to not love. I was always so fascinated by this. How amazing would it be to live in a world where people didn't know how NOT to love.
I was at work the day Katie had her "simple" procedure to close up the whole that was in her heart. I remember seeing her after work that day. She was a sleepy and sick little girl, laying in a huge hospital bed with those strawberry blonde locks ties up in a nice little bow, with her pink PJ's on. I also remember the day I got the call that Katie was not going to recover. The day they had to take her off breathing machines. The day the heart that only knew love was going to meet the one who made her perfect. I remember the last day I saw sweet Katie. The day my life changed forever. I wish I had a picture of this precious baby girl. The only one I have in my mind, my heart. The wobbly walk, the crooked smile, the pale blue eyes, fair skin and strawberry hair. The little chubby hands that would carefully hold a sippy cup to her mouth, or pick up a cheerio one piece at a time.
I think of Katie often but not near as much as I have in the last 24 hours. The similarities between Katie and Elijah have had my head and heart spinning. I wasn't able to be at the hospital for Elijah's surgery. I wasn't able to see him before they took him back in the OR. I have been there for other surgeries. This was a very weird, helpless feeling. I didn't hear that funny laugh after they give him the medicine that makes him silly so he won't cry when the nurses take him from him mommy. But that doesn't mean my heart wasn't there every minute today. It doesn't mean I wasn't praying for that sweet baby. It doesn't mean that I wasn't afraid I would be getting the same call I got all those years ago when I had to say good-bye to Katie. And it doesn't mean I didn't have faith that my God would take care of Elijah. That He had it all under control.
Thank you God, for another day! Thank you God for Elijah! Thank you God, for the preciousness of life!
2 comments:
Sweetheart,
This is a beautiful post. You really opened up and let it all out here today. That's not something you do.
That means, way down deep, you are doing lots of praying.
That means, in your throat, there is a lump, just waiting to explode into tears.
That means you could use lots of hugs.
How do I know? Because. . . . I know you. Love and hugs, baby girl
smiles. your heart is big...and a bit just spilled out on us...i pray continued health for the little man...
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