Two years ago this day, marked the first day (in my memory) that we noticed something wasn’t “right” with Chase. Little did we know that he’d be diagnosed in about three weeks.
One year ago this day, we stood in the shade of a parade line, cradling our 27-pound 3 year old, keeping his IV tubes out from under foot and praying that we wouldn’t have to rush him back to the hospital that night.
This year, he sat with friends at the front of the parade line, a happy, chubby-cheeked boy; he cheered and clapped for those on the fire trucks and ambulances (people he knows and loves) and because he’s Chase and he’s 4 and shameless, he removed his baseball hat to show off his “baseball scar” in an attempt to get extra candy for his siblings and friends. 🙂
Celebrating life and liberty today. Happy 4th of July to you and yours!!
Moment by moment…
God is good, and so are you.