Usually when were visit Grandpa Kraig will randomly disappear into his workshop. Usually a stream of kids are following along behind him, but in the winter when the rest of us are cozy inside cuddled up with blankets and Keurig coffee machine hot cocoa (because it’s way better when it comes from Grandma and Grandpa’s fancy machine) he slips out to his workshop alone, lights a fire in his old stove and makes handmade gifts for each of his children’s families. This year I was blessed that he let me tag along, not that he would . He is such an incredible man and I cherish all the memories my kids and I get to make with him.
There is a bond between these two that I will never fully understand, but I am beyond blessed to be able to watch it grow.
I've tried to write this for weeks now. Each time words fail me.
I feel like her story should be shared, but it's still to fresh to relive just yet.
So for now her story sits in text messages on my phone and in my journal and there it will have to stay for a while. But this I will say, this sweet baby of mine has more courage, strength, faith and happiness then I have ever witnessed from anyone in my life. She endured things that make grown men cry, all the while she smiled and waved. Yes, there were times when she cried out in pain, but even then as I held her in my arms she would look up at me and smile as if to reassure and comfort me. She was my rock when I should have been hers. She was looked out for by angels. Angels who helped me to listen to my mommy heart, not take no for an answer, and be persistant when I could see her turning yellow, but no one else could. She was strong and gave others courage and joy during her own trial. Dr.'s and nurses would visit our room, with no purpose other than to see her smile and wave at them.
Magnolia is everything I ever hoped I could be. It is an such an amazing blessing and honor to be her Momma.
Thank heavens for Daddy's.