It’s 6:22pm as I write this; and six months ago at this moment, I was only minutes away from witnessing the birth of my daughter. That was six months. And two weeks in the NICU. And some sleepless nights as we awaited surgery. And ten days at Children’s Hospital. Ago.

whew.

Things are a little different now. We got a six month old little girl!

The day came and went quietly. I almost had to remind myself, the day was so normal. We woke up, we ate, went to church, had lunch, went shopping for some new walking shoes for Jocelyn. I took in a disappointing loss by U of M to Duke in the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament.

Normal… I’m still taking it in.

So I couldn’t let the day go by without celebrating the one hundred eighty-two days that our daughter has drawn breath. Thanks.