Not too long from now I’m sure Elijah won’t want to cuddle with me so much. I can hear him now. “Mooomm, don’t. I’m too big for kisses.” “Moomm, I’ve heard the story a million times. I know that I’m a miracle. Can I go outside and play now?” It puts a smile on my face to think that I may annoy him someday and I’m sure I will at some point. That thought makes me happy because it’s just so…normal.
I try to remind myself that I need to have the faith that God has finished the job. Do I have any reason not to believe so? Everything that I asked to be prayed for has happened. In the early days it was a gag reflex and crying. Now it’s a good result on the EEG, with so many answered prayers in-between. If Elijah’s life doesn’t strengthen your faith, I don’t know what would.