Eyes

Kathryn opened her eyes tonight. 

I hadn't seen her do that since last weekend, and it was a magical moment.

Last weekend, she sort of semi-opened her right eye. 

Tonight, she fully opened her right eye, just for me and her daddy.

I broke down in tears.

The thing about all of this is that it's just really, really hard.  It helps me to write it out some, and I sort of wish that my writing could write the end of the story. 

But it can't.  She has to do the work on her own, with the doctors, nurses, respiratory therapists, and us her family, by her side. 

And thankfully, with our God as her biggest cheerleader.

But it doesn't make it any easier.

Thomas finally got to meet his baby sister today.  We try to talk about her alot to him, but I still think he was pretty confused, as he still seems to think she's in my tummy. 

We also fit in a little Thomas modeling time outside the hospital today. 

As I took those pictures, I thought to myself how grateful I was for a completely happy, healthy child.  And it made me even more grateful for Kathryn, because while she has a long, hard, completely incomprehensible fight still ahead of her, her body may not be healthy right now, but the gratitude we feel for God blessing us with two miracles cannot be measured.

It was a proud moment for us, and we really wanted him to see her, and for us to get a few pictures of their first meeting. 

I look at these pictures, and I get a little breathless when I see how big Kathryn is right now.  When I look at her in person, as her mommy, I see her and I think she's perfect in every way, so beautiful, and the cutest little sumo wrester on the planet.

When I see this, reality sets in a little bit. 

She is doing better though, with the teeniest of baby steps.

And for me, tonight, those baby steps start in her eyes.