I’m living this right now. Most of you can’t remember it, or didn’t even know us when we lived it but this is February. Two February’s. One year ago today I paced our floors, fell to my knees on the stairs, and finally heard the words while clinging to the kitchen floor. ”No brain tumor, a normal MRI.” The thing is a whole 365 days have passed now and I haven’t had to walk into that hospital but I’m still there. We stayed home today. Couldn’t find a reason to go out. I indulged you with your favorite snacks and we watched the Lion King on VHS. Twice. You’ll probably never read this. The next several years will be marked by swimming lessons and school and sports and new shoes. But I need to tell you anyway little bird. You are enough for me. Who ever you are and who ever you become is enough for me. I’ve spent a lot of time worrying over whether I’d be able to have another you but now, today, you are enough. The thing about having is that it makes you want more. I’m always wanting more. More clothes, more Apple products, more house, more job, more exercise and for a time more baby. But having you and holding you is enough. If there is more for us Lord, we are willing but if not I am so grateful and I want you to know that he is enough.