At 7, Scott is our middle child. He is also our miracle.
Born at 30 weeks, weighing in at 3 lbs. 5 oz., Scott is a testimony of God’s amazing grace, and the power of prayer. There should be a dozen things wrong with him, from poor eyesight to breathing issues. As it is, he is perfectly and wonderfully healthy as any 7-year-old boy out there.
Kaylee is one of the biggest blessings in my life.
I have often wondered “what if” — what if I went on to medical school, as was my plan (and my FULL college scholarship) instead of marrying her dad? What if? I never allow myself to consider any more, because the answer would always end the same: I wouldn’t have Kaylee.
Despite the fact that neither one of us were looking for a relationship when we met, within a day of meeting Gregg in person, he and I were talking about marriage. Forget the fact that I was recently separated from my husband of nearly 10 years, forget the fact that it was 3 short months after 9/11 and Gregg was in a Special Forces unit about to deploy, forget the fact that he lived 354 miles away from my house — we KNEW we would be married.
The number one thing on my list of “that for which I am thankful” has to be grace. Because of my faith, through God’s grace, I am saved. I am cleaned of my sins and considered righteous in God’s eyes. NOT because I do everything right, but as a free gift of love from God.
