Remembering.

Eleven years ago today I delivered a baby boy. We call him Brigham. He wasn't meant to live with us here on earth, but we do still think about him. He was perfect in every way, just really, really small - under 1 pound. But we held him and loved him.

It is very strange to deliver a baby and then come home without the baby.



I did it once before, too, when Scott was born.

But Scott was a different story. He eventually did come home after 5 days in the NICU.

They told us his brain should have hemorrhaged during delivery.

But it didn't. He was meant to live with us here on earth.


And now he is sweating his guts out in Colombia. :)




(Me and my Scotty Bug. Eighteen years ago.)


Today he is on a bus somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Colombia. He is finally getting his first transfer.

He is excited and nervous and on his way to Giron. It will take 18 hours on that bus for him to get there.

18 hours!


He is happy.

That makes me happy.



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