Time sure flies when you're having fun! I guess it does even when you're not. Six years ago, we were in the midst of the hardest trial of our lives up until that point, I think. I look back on the time with amazement and yearning to be there again.
Being a young, married couple was not easy to begin with. Having no full-time job (which now makes me wonder, WHAT WAS I THINKING?), we were going to have our second child, which felt reassuring after our second miscarriage. December changed everything when Jennie's water broke. She was on bedrest at home in December and January and then finished off January in the hospital. Yuck is right.
Geneva was born and immediately everything changed. There was a measure of joy and peace that was fleeting before and has been hit-and-miss ever since. It's amazing how powerful one person's spirit can be. At times, I wonder what she could have accomplished if she had been born under more "normal" circumstances: with a normal body after the normal amount of time.
How grateful I am that she came to us, that she'll be a part of us forever. I feel like our team captiain got a red card early in the first half and we'll miss her for the rest of the game. It seems liek so much time to wait to see her - not just her frail, human body, but her - who she really is, as she really is. But here I sit worrying about stupid tax forms and when I'm going to get a break from a crazy schedule this week. Six years is about a fifth of my life at this point, but it seems an eternity away.