It’s been sixteen years since we welcomed our baby girl three months too early at 27 weeks along in the pregnancy. She was 2 pounds, 3 ounces, and 14 inches.
We celebrate each year again and remember the miraculous works in the midst of suffering that God accomplished, and we give praise and thanks.
I feel as though I’ve written about this many times (here and here, for example), but it’s always a reminder to me that we have a miracle-working God who is involved in all life’s details. I want to once again tell of his greatness and not let this significant day pass without remembering once again.
Thank you to all who have prayed for her through the years. You are part of this story, and we are so grateful!