Miracle.

I have some exciting news for the world! If you remember, Owen was diagnosed with Sturge Weber Syndrome at 4 months old. We accepted it as another obstacle and refused to let that term define this sweet baby. 

We read every google article we found about this condition and we knew exactly what was coming and what to do. We were prepared! Seizures, development delays, brain development issues... The list was endless. We were scared but definitely knew what we were in for. 

On June 4, Owen had an MRI to check the status of the Sturge weber syndrome and check his brain in general as well. We awaited the bad news that we were sure was headed our way. A week later, I got the best call I could have ever dreamed of hearing. My son does not have Sturge weber syndrome. My son does not have any brain abnormalities. My son is perfectly on task and developing at advanced rates. Music to my ears. Believe what you want about it but I'm nothing less than certain that this was an act of God. We had tons and tons of prayers going up for our sweet boy. 

What I will inform you of though, is that sometimes babies are said to not have this condition and then later on, it makes itself known. We are hoping and praying this is not the case but we will not know for years to come. 

Thanks everyone for your unending love, prayers, and support. We wouldn't know what to do without it. 

Owen is still healing from his latest laser surgery but I think it looks spectacular. I am so excited to see how it looks in the end! I am so thankful for the technology to be able to treat port wine stains. 

Owen will go for his glaucoma and vision checkup Wednesday June 19 and we are hoping for great results there also! 

Fathers Day in my shoes

Today has been a difficult day for me to conquer. Today is Father's Day and it is the very first that I did not get to spend with my dad. As I sat in church this morning and watched a little video about dads, I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face. All I could think of was Father's Day last year. As my dad, Lathan, and I watched movies in dads living room, I texted my friends and got on Facebook constantly rather than actually spending that time with my dad. If someone had told me that was my last Father's Day with my dad, I would have done things entirely different. But that's the sad thing about life... You never know when God will call you home. I mean... Sure, I spent a ton of time with my dad in the 20 years I got but it will never feel like enough. Here are some pictures of my dad and me! 

Loss

What does it mean to miss someone? Have you ever been driving down the road and thought that your car sounded funny? Well, what do you do? Exactly what I did a few days ago, probably. I pulled out my phone, hit the contacts button, and clicked 'Dad' and put it up to my ear.. I waited.. waited.. and then it hit me... Dad can't answer my phone because my dad isn't alive. My dad has been gone for seven months tomorrow and ill never see him again until I'm in heaven. That's the kind of statement that is almost impossible to understand. It's not fair and it definitely doesn't make any sense. It's the moments like that- when I feel like I can just drive to my dads house and go see him- those are the moments that break my heart all over again. 

Why did cancer have to kill my dad, of all the dads there are to choose from? Why mine? Why did cancer have to take my sons grandpa the day he was born, when there's tons of other people it could have taken instead? That's the question I want somebody to answer. I don't understand why cancer chose him. 

The moments I have to stop and take a breather... Those happen a lot. I'll step outside and see my dads truck in the driveway and think he's here. I can hear his voice. His laugh. I can even smell him sometimes. I hope those never go away.