Gratitude for the miracle we received there.
Nervousness for the official diagnosis we were to receive today.
Compassion for the people we saw entering and leaving those hospital doors.
These emotions kept me awake last night and as I struggled to get to sleep I found myself reading some blogs (surprise, surprise) and I stumbled across this Facebook page and video about the joy of giving to others.
That's when the idea hit me... On our drive into the hospital today, we stopped by Biscuitville. If you're not from around these parts (ahhah!), it's a small local chain that serves up breakfast food southern style. We placed our order and I added on an extra bag of sausage biscuits.
When we arrived at the hospital, our little family of three (Emme stayed with a friend) happily carried the biscuits up to the intensive care nursery. We handed the biscuits over to the familiar face of the attendant and asked him to give them out as he saw fit. As we turned to leave, I saw the smiling face of an older gentleman working on his laptop and a new mom cradling her tiny baby. Both gave us huge smiles and said thank you. I walked out of that waiting room with tears in my eyes and more joy in my heart than I've felt in a long, long time. Those sausage biscuits had made my day and I hoped they would at least bring a smile to someone else.
Generosity begets generosity. What we gave today was tiny, just a few sausage biscuits. But maybe, just maybe, they helped someone. And maybe that person will help someone else... So, that's my challenge. As I move forward living each day with excitement for our unpredictable journey with Will, I am going to make doubly sure I am giving of myself to others. Won't you join me? It sure does feel good.
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