Today our Izzy is eight months old.
I can’t help but think back to eight months ago.
Seeing our Izzy today, you wouldn’t have guessed she was was ever in the hospital. She’s 18lbs 8oz, has two teeth, Nuisance and Pest, breaking in. She’s sitting by herself, rocks on her hand and knees/feet, she’s making all sorts of sounds, eating yummy food and countless other things which frankly I wasn’t sure she’d be able to do due to DS.
You can’t tel me there isn’t a God. You can’t tell me miracles don’t exist.
Now if she’d only say, “ma”
My Izzy is eight months old.
God is good.