There is a song in the early 90's by the band Toad the Wet Sprocket called "I Will Not Take These Things for Granted." It's an incredible song, and it was sort of the soundtrack to my late high school and early college years. (As an aside, urban legend has it that it's written about someone in jail, so maybe not the best life song, but whatever, I was a teenager, so it therefore meant whatever I thought it meant personally to me, because, you know, I knew everything...)
In any case, it has been on my mind all day today.
Here is why.
Facebook reminded me this morning that 7 years ago today, we almost lost Bodie. This was my post at 11:07pm that night...
"Bodie has had an extremely difficult evening. He may not make it through the night. Please, please, please pray for a miracle for our sweet boy!!!"
That night seems so long ago. A night I wouldn't wish on anyone. Bodie has given us a lot of scares in his short life, but that night probably tops the list. We were so so close to losing him. Code meds were drawn, we were told to consider calling family. We honestly didn't know if he would make it through the night.
And yet he did.
God saw fit to protect our son that night.
And in so many nights since.
I know our scary moments are far from over.
Bodie is in full blown heart failure. There is no easy path forward. I know the path will include more scary moments.
But today, I didn't want to think about those.
Instead I chose to focus on the sweet boy in front of me, jumping in and out of the pool, laughing hysterically and grinning ear to ear.
The boy who proudly stood on this raft in the middle of the pool for 5 and 1/2 minutes (no easy feat for a kid whose abdominals have been cut into on multiple occasions).
The boy who loves with wild abandon and just spent 10 minutes hugging and kissing me "just because, mama."
I do not take these moments for granted.
Not one single moment.
These moments were never guaranteed.
Not for Bodie.
Not for us.
Today, we are unspeakably grateful for this boy and our moments with him.