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We woke up very early today for our little girl. We woke up, took hot showers to work the kinks out of our muscles, to deflate the swelling in our joints; we skipped breakfast to get a move on. We donned our $100 worth of specially made, custom, 5 of a kind t-shirts that didn't come in toddler sizes for some reason and wound up WAY too big for the kids. We packed a cooler. We loaded the diaper bag. We debated the merits of the big gardening wagon vs. the double stroller. We checked the weather.
And when we could wait no longer, we woke up the Goddess for her walk. We stroked her cheek and called her gently by name so that she could wake easy, with smiles, and greet the day with cuteness and head out to March for Babies. Today is the day we hold hands with our daughter and take a metaphorical stand by taking a nice walk. Today is the day that we wag 2 fingers like a British soccer hoodlum and call pre-term birth bad names. This is an important day and an important cause. One that is near and dear to the heart of the Goddess.
Who took one look at us and went back to sleep. She may have snorted at the very idea.
So we tucked her little comatose butt under 1 arm, the cooler under the other and got out the door at roughly the time we were supposed to be in downtown Fort Worth. Oops. But it's OK. We can blame it on the kids. In fact, that's what we usually do. We have 3 of the things, for Pete's sake.
And though it rained. And though the ground was quite sticky and squishy in some places, the crowds were out in force.
And though the signs are still there. Though this angel and that angel are still forever in our hearts, and living with Jesus, and gone but not forgotten it gets easier to read the signs. That first year the Goddess was still in the NICU when we walked. And reading about children that don't get to go home, when yours hasn't made it there yet either, is not comforting. It sucks, actually. Very scary.
But, of course, she is home now. She is happy and healthy, and we walk now not for her, but for other moms and dads, and for other kids. And it means a lot to us when our family and friends walk with us. Thank you to all of you who walked or gave money. Your efforts rock. Thank you.
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