Sarah has shown her independence by not always appreciating the outfits I have chosen for her to wear. This morning, the big kids had gone to school and she was in her pajamas, while we were waiting to leave for the hospital. I found her in her room putting on pants she chose, a skirt, and a shirt to her liking.
Her affection for Brown Bear continues, so she was reading to all who stopped in her room for questions and vitals. Her comfort item.
A few more minutes and we walked her to the surgery room. We no sooner checked into the waiting room and she was finished. Another 45 minutes in recovery and we were able to see her.
"She'd be tired and groggy. A little cranky, and won't be able to eat much," were my instructions and information. Miss Sarah ate two bowls of cheerios, cheezits, yogurt, and tacos that evening. She never napped. My trash cans were emptied, Addy's closet was raided, and many tissues were found around the house. My Sarah, going against the grain. Proving everyone wrong.
I am thankful Andy went to Sam's for my coffee addiction. The Tim Horton's is in honor of my friend Jayme, who pronounced her affirmation for Tim Horton's coffee as the greatest.
After much begging and pleading, Andy "allowed" us to put up the tree before Thanksgiving. This is what happens to someone who has never seen a Christmas tree, stockings hung by the mantle, nor stainless steel stocking holders.
Sarah was excited and dancing around when she pulled her new ballerina stocking down off the mantle. A goose egg, a badge of honor, and many more to come. She'll have a Thanksgiving story to tell all.
Thanksgiving is always a reflection time, to be grateful, thankful for our many blessings. Sunday, it dawned on me. A year ago, Sarah was a picture. A little girl without a smile in an oversized pink dress.
Everyday has the possibility of a miracle. Elizabeth David.
It's your choice whether you see it.