This was Rosanna’s beautiful post this morning.


5 years!?!
Remarkable how it can feel altogether just like yesterday and a lifetime ago.
Each night before I go to sleep, I peek into the top bunk and watch her sleeping soundly. I pause some nights and viscerally remember watching her sleep so many nights in the hospital. Uncertain and terrified of the unknown.
Now when I watch my 9-(!)-yr old sleep – I sometimes climb the bunk bed ladder, hold her in my arms and cry tears that punctuate my gratitude. Beyond thankful that we were gifted the chance to see her grow up.