On this day, two years ago, we handed our youngest daughter, Willow, to a surgeon and our fears to God.
On this day, two years ago, our patience was put a test. We were told it would only take a couple hours to repair the three holes in Willow’s heart. Five hours later, with our own hearts on the verge of breaking, we learned it was all over.
On this day, two years ago, I experienced the worst migraine of my life. It wasn’t until we saw the surgeon himself, and heard Willow was indeed alive, that the haze started to lift.
On this day, two years ago, we celebrated our daughter’s newly repaired heart with McDonald’s and some good friends. Food actually tasted good for once. Laughter finally came easily. The only anxiousness we felt was due to the fact we had to wait an hour before we could see Willow.
On this day, two years ago, we felt the presence of God as we saw our daughter for the first time after surgery. Covered in tubes, bundled in bandages, surrounded by machines, Willow actually looked beautiful. She looked alive. The feelings we felt in that room are indescribable.