Last Saturday morning as I was walking around the fairgrounds anxiously awaiting the walk to begin, my eyes and mind began to wander. As I looked around I saw children and parents and tents and carefully designed t-shirts and even dogs wearing carefully designed t-shirts. I saw March of Dimes banners and balloons and posters with children's faces. I saw lots of things and it made me think. It also made me quite teary-eyed, but in a good way.
Last Sunday while at the NICU reunion I found myself doing the same thing. Watching and thinking. Watching and thinking. I was thinking about our own little miracle and our story and I was wondering about other parents' miracles and their stories. Of course I was teary-eyed there too, but my heart was overflowing at the same time.
I do a lot of watching and thinking while we are at speech each week too. I look at all of those precious children waiting to be seen and I wonder about their stories. Many times I just watch them in pure amazement.
In all of these places I feel at home. I feel comfortable. I feel a peace about things. It's hard to explain, but I feel like I am part of a group or a club.
It's not a group or club I ever expected to be a part of.
But today, it's a club I can't imagine not being a part of.