It is not my story to tell...

Tonight I am just heart broken. Just like the title says...it is not my story to tell. Life is fragile, handle with prayer. I have seen it a million times and still take it for granted, life that is. We are not guaranteed tomorrow. How do you wrap your mind around that? How do I stop yelling about Legos or Barbies strung about my house and just embrace them because by doing that I am embracing Dory and Crush. How do I schedule time right in the middle of my OH MY GOSH crazy days and say you know what...count your blessings. Thank God every minute of every day that your normal is your normal and that your child is not going to Boston for a possible pacemaker at 9 months old. I'm just so sad. This week has been emotionally exhausting. I thought on Monday we were going to say goodbye to Stellan and he has made a most wonderful turn about! Today I said goodbye to someone I didn't know but loved very much. I refuse to doubt God but sometimes I don't understand, I don't pretend to try and understand. My heart hurts, I'm all cried out. Tonight when you lay down your blessings give them one extra kiss and then point your head to the sky and thank God! I know I am on my way now to my blessings.
That's it.
Good night.