We don't understand.
We can't comprehend.
How can one with so little give so much?
Last night as we laid in bed, looking at each other over Emma's beautiful face, Christy said she didn't feel strong. I told her I have never felt strong since Emma was diagnosed. If we felt strong then something would be wrong with us. Fortunately, we don't have to be strong. I hope God's not getting tired ;)
Emma's day has not gotten any better, or maybe it has.
