To the readers of my blog

I have been very sentimental of late...

Last year on this very date, I was in the hospital with Liam. I remember being quite ill with morning sickness and even more ill watching my son endure seizure upon seizure with no idea of what the future would hold for him. I held his beautiful little body and we walked up and down the hallways with his head upon my shoulder. We watched hours and hours of Wall-E and we prayed...and prayed.

I visited the chapel at St. Mary's as a broken vessel seeking the presence of the One who I knew could provide it. I heard over and over again that still small voice whisper to me at the times I needed it most, "Calm down, My child. Trust Me. I am taking care of Liam." I heard it and felt it every day.

While I knew Liam was in good hands, I was still terrified and so very, very sad. And, then, a modern day miracle....

Today while taking a shower with Alaina in her bouncy seat and Liam on a step stool playing with his cars in the sink (where is my peace!), I said to him through the curtain, "Liam, this time last year we were in the hospital, you and me. You were having lots of seizures." For a moment there was silence, then he replies, "I NOT have a shot, Mom! Yah-na (Alaina) have a shot!"

"Thank you, Lord, for performing a miracle in Liam's life. For being there for us. For listening to us. For protecting our boy. Words alone cannot express our gratitude. I am humbled and honored to call you my God."