My favorite part was about the parent’s holding onto hope.
For me before Lulu – hope was a dreamy word that spoke of an unknown world for me.
Kind of a “keep-my-fingers-crossed-I-hope”.
Since the honor of being Lulu’s mama, hope has become more of a reality than what I know this “earth home” to be.
It’s an “I-know-that-I-know-that-I-know-hope”.
Our hope of Heaven is close. Closer than we think.
And more real than this messy world can show us.
Luv = Hope