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
"A man may plot out his course, but it is the LORD who directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9
you finally got that rose tat on your boob that you've always wanted. way to go Mare!
ReplyDeleteIf you come home with a sleeve, I'm not sure we'll allow you to hold Harper.... just think about that one.
ReplyDeleteI wanna know! I bet you both got those little angel wings we wanted back in the day. I can just imagine Reid with tiny angel wings on his butt cheek. HA! Hope you're having fun in Hawaii. Loser. (That's the jealousy speaking. UGH.)
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