Friday, July 10, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
How wonderful life is...now you're in the World.
Dearest Hope,
"She's Perfect"
After hearing that you had arrived, those were the words I heard next.
"She's Perfect"
It was enough to leave me speechless. I just sat in awe of the power of prayer and how truly good our God is.
I have been calling you Hope these past few months but your parents have chosen a beautiful name for you.
Olivia Lauren Fowler
Lori says that she will call you LIV, because well...you have LIVED through a whole lot to get here to us.
When I say your name, I will think of how much strength you brought to our family during a scary time. I will think of how you reminded us to appreciate every ounce of life and whatever obstacles are thrown at us. When I say your name I will remember to be brave, to have grace and to truly LIVE...just like Lori...just like you!
"She's Perfect"
After hearing that you had arrived, those were the words I heard next.
"She's Perfect"
It was enough to leave me speechless. I just sat in awe of the power of prayer and how truly good our God is.
I have been calling you Hope these past few months but your parents have chosen a beautiful name for you.
Olivia Lauren Fowler
Lori says that she will call you LIV, because well...you have LIVED through a whole lot to get here to us.
When I say your name, I will think of how much strength you brought to our family during a scary time. I will think of how you reminded us to appreciate every ounce of life and whatever obstacles are thrown at us. When I say your name I will remember to be brave, to have grace and to truly LIVE...just like Lori...just like you!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Peace Out PICC Line...
Dearest Hope,
A few weeks ago I visited Lori and helped her with Abigail's 7th birthday party. Lori was completely back to her old self. She had her strength back and was able to tackle the stairs, the laundry and the running around that went along with having 3 children. She talked about shopping, maternity photo shoots, signing the kids up for summer camp and buying formula for the baby that would be here in a month. She had this amazing energy and I was relieved but wondered where it stemmed from. On the car ride to the birthday party, I examined her carefully and noticed there was something different about her. When I finally put my finger on it, I couldn't help but shout out -"Lori, they took your PICC line out!" This horrific series of tubes and needles that nestled itself awkwardly on the crook of her arm, was nowhere to be found. The same PICC line that had been the source of her staph infection. The "Scarlet Letter" that told the world that she has cancer. It was no longer there! And when I looked at Lori, she looked lighter...she looked free. This meant that chemotherapy was over and the daily IV antibiotic that was added on to prevent further infections was also behind her. And it gave her so much freedom. Freedom to plan a 7th birthday party for her oldest daughter. Freedom to spend hours at Babies R Us preparing for the birth of her youngest daughter.
A few weeks ago I visited Lori and helped her with Abigail's 7th birthday party. Lori was completely back to her old self. She had her strength back and was able to tackle the stairs, the laundry and the running around that went along with having 3 children. She talked about shopping, maternity photo shoots, signing the kids up for summer camp and buying formula for the baby that would be here in a month. She had this amazing energy and I was relieved but wondered where it stemmed from. On the car ride to the birthday party, I examined her carefully and noticed there was something different about her. When I finally put my finger on it, I couldn't help but shout out -"Lori, they took your PICC line out!" This horrific series of tubes and needles that nestled itself awkwardly on the crook of her arm, was nowhere to be found. The same PICC line that had been the source of her staph infection. The "Scarlet Letter" that told the world that she has cancer. It was no longer there! And when I looked at Lori, she looked lighter...she looked free. This meant that chemotherapy was over and the daily IV antibiotic that was added on to prevent further infections was also behind her. And it gave her so much freedom. Freedom to plan a 7th birthday party for her oldest daughter. Freedom to spend hours at Babies R Us preparing for the birth of her youngest daughter.
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