Reid has been catching up on our finances since he has been home. He said he was disgusted with the amount of Starbucks and Sonic we consume. We each survive on Americanos and Diet Coke. I argued that my addiction was cheaper and healthier than his, and therefore, totally legit. He did not argue. Instead, my smart husband did some research at work the next day and found the article below. Thanks, Reid, the findings are lovely and I probably should stop drinking diet coke.
At 2:00 am this morning, our sweet Mary Grace was welcomed to Heaven. We found out this afternoon that she had a large brain hemorrhage. Reid and I spent three precious hours holding our daughter tonight. The nurses wrapped a pink bow around her little head and we swaddled her in a soft pink elephant blanket. During those hours, we told Mary Grace how proud we were of her fight, how she fulfilled our dreams of one day having a daughter to call "Gracie," and we even took a little nap, snuggled together as a family. If we told her we loved her once, we told her a thousand times. We prayed over her and gave her back to the Lord. We miss her more than words can say. I feel like we were punched in the stomach today and left with the wind knocked out of our lungs. Its so hard to understand "why?" in all of this. Tonight when we left the hospital, Reid turned on this song by David Crowder Band and we listened to it on repeat the whole way home. Its the exact state of our