They held a special prayer service for you after the kids left school. It was beautiful. It was for you and all the other special intentions of the other teachers who are hurting. I wasn't very strong. I thought I would be able to hold it together, but I wasn't. Sometimes I just break down when I think of how much I love you. I just love you so much.
Luckily, I have great friends at work who were there to hold my hand and give me hugs. Father Don did the annointing of the sick on us. He placed his hand on my belly at the end and I lost it. I know that you are going to be alright. I know that God is going to heal you sweet girl-there are just too many people praying for you for him not to.
My friend Lisa has a miracle baby like you. Her little boy,Adam, beat the odds just like you are going to. She gave your dad and I each a St. Anthony medal and prayer card. He is the Saint of miracles. He is going to help heal you.
Today is a good day despite all of my tears. It is a good day because I am in the car right now with your dad and dog headed to the Florida panhandle. We are going to spend the rest of the week with your Mimi,Papa, Uncle Chris, Aunt Lindsay, Wyatt and all of your other Brunson family. We have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving even though we are hurting. You are what I am the most thankful for. I adore you precious baby!
Keep on kicking,