I'm writing this post from my front porch.
It's after 11:00pm and the night is quiet.
I love outside, and I love quiet.
There was a time when my dad faced the very real possibility of going blind.
He and my mom were coming up with the back-up plan for their new life.
My dad would go back to school and would eventually teach college.
My mom talks often about the morning my dad stumbled into the kitchen, barely able to see...how he kissed her goodbye and got in his truck to make the hour drive to work.
My mom prayed harder than she ever had that my dad would make it to work safely.
It wasn't long after that my dad was given the gift of a double cornea transplant.
It wasn't until I was thinking about this post that I realized what the reality of those corneas meant for someone else.
Someone lost a person they loved.
Someone had their heart broken.
And my dad received his sight.
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There is a unique bond that I've developed with a group of moms...a group of moms who know all to well what it means to have a baby born with a congenital heart defect.
We all have a different story, and a different road to walk, but we connect on a level that has been a blessing for all of us.
When these moms hurt, I hurt.
When their children reach milestones I cheer.
When they need comfort, comfort is there in abundance.
When I've needed comfort, and a listening ear, I've had it.
Right now in our group there are three moms living their lives at the hospital, waiting with their little ones and praying for the miracle of a new heart.
One mom, who I've not met in person, but who inspires me every day, is waiting with her son for his second heart.
She's gone through this particular hell more than once, and yet she is the epitome of grace.
I want to be like her when I grow up.
Another heart mom, who also waited with her little one for a new heart, spent some time with Matthew and his mommy and made this beautiful video.
Take a minute...I promise it will touch your heart.
And if you haven't already, please consider becoming an organ donor ... for dads who are going blind, and for little ones who deserve to play with their mommy without a million cords attached to their body.
Video taken with permission from this blog.