He’d been born healthy there. All was well, but his future was altered there, in that place. At 3 weeks old, they didn’t roll my seven pound baby out of the hospital in a wheelchair,
…but they might as well have.
Thus began our journey from “was” to “is.”
It’s long. It’s ongoing, and the journey is not all bad, but it sure does take everything we have.
Today, I have the honor of sharing our story over at a friend Aprille’s blog, Beautiful in His Time.
a rearranged life 
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