Telling Our Youngest
Simon has a special bond with our youngest daughter. I know he loves all three children unconditionally, but our baby girl is the most like him. She has the same long, skinny body type. She has his bright blue eyes. She has his medium brown hair. And at two and a half, she is observant, slightly skeptical, serious, and totally adorable. Here’s a photo from last year that’s my favorite ever.
This one is pretty great, too. She is a morning person all the way and loves to snuggle and talk with Dad, even in between hospital stays when he doesn’t feel his best. This was from last week.
She went to visit Dad at the hospital yesterday. She took it all in – the new surroundings, the equipment, and the staff that kept checking in on her man. The nurse took her for a walk down the hallway to sneak some ice cream which made everything in the universe align. She was so happy to see him. We are blessed by her innocence and sense of wonder.
Last thing. I know I sound like a broken record, but seriously. Jesus. If you don’t know Him, give it a shot. Go find a local Christian church. Go inside for a service or Bible study. Tell them your friend with terminal cancer made you do it. Pick up a Bible. Read the book of John for starters. Does following a man that lived thousands of years ago seem a little crazy? Sure. But does thinking this whole world, filled with complex humans and amazing miracles, just happened by chance sound crazier? Yep.