Today, I was putting Kenadee's shoes on and found myself staring at the unmarked soles of her shoes. It may sound funny, but to me, I'd give anything to have little Kenadee marks all over every piece of floor possible.
When I started this blog, I told myself it wasn't going to be a plethora of sad entries. I wanted it to be a way for me to get my thoughts out without having to actually "say" them.
So, as I sit at Arkansas Children's Hospital waiting to see one of Kenadee's many specialists...I meet a new mom whose been here for a couple weeks. It's the same ole story, perfect pregnancy, few months old and something was wrong, and now here I sit waiting for the answers.
I feel like I'm sitting next to me about a year ago. ...and although I may never worry about marks from Kenadee's shoes on our floor...I can sit next to someone whose hurting and feel good that I can TOTALLY relate to her story.
A story that so often goes unheard and unnoticed. A story that needs to mark people's soles.
She may not be leaving marks on the floor - but that beautiful little child has left many, many marks on the hearts of people that know her.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy that my heart has huge marks that have been permanently imprinted by an angel of a child - and her parents.