Toes never look sick, and that's what I love about them. I was recently called by a wonderful friend who needed a favor. Although it wasn't your run of the mill favor, I feel so blessed that she had the strength to ask me and also had the faith that I could pull this off.
These feet belong to Baby B. She's around 19 months old and having been born at somewhere between 19 and 22 weeks her entire life has been a struggle. She is also a twin, and her sister at the moment is as healthy as she can be and doing quite well. B is not likely to make it much longer, and her struggle has been long and she has been a fighter.
Her sister was able to come and spend a little time with her and I was there to capture the most amazing, precious moments they shared in the moments they were together. They were stunning, perfect features, and if it wasn't for the tubes and wires and machines you would have never has one inclination that this little one was sick.
More than anything this was a HUGE wake-up call for me. These two little ones are the same age as Drew, and (hold on for the tears . . .) I am so lucky that my boys are healthy and happy. They have a quality of life, they challenge me every day, and they make me be a better person. I am lucky, this was a harsh reminder that not everyone is. I will stop taking for granted my children, their laughs, their smiles, their tears, their screams, and all that comes with the world of kids. I will hug them more, I will call my friends, I will appreciate those who appreciate me and I will continute to try and cut out the crap. In moments like this it's really all that matters.