Wednesday, July 13, 2011

De-ja-vuz

Last night, as we walked into our hospital room #203, a flood of memories came rushing back. At first, I wasn't sure when but I knew we had been in this EXACT room before. Then the lightbulb went off, our worst hospital stay was in this room. Ryan was 6 months old and the feeding issues were horrific. I text a few of our friends of the irony and knew God was about to ECLIPSE those bad memories. Three Mott's applesauce cups, two Gatorade juice boxes, mac n cheese, and potatoes later I'm happy to report that our feeding issues this stay are non existent. Isn't it incredible how God can take some of our worst memories and give some of the best?