My Daughter was born 3 months premature on Aug 23 2001. She spend about 3 months in the hospital coming home when she only weighted 5lbs. But starting out life at only 2lbs she was huge. While she was in the hospital she had several little dolls or small items that I had gotten for her or other people gave her. If you look closely to the top picture you will see a small yellow duck. I loved that duck. For some reason that symbolized the hope I had that Boo would be strong and would make it home. And she did. On my 21st birthday my apt caught on fire and I lost that duck along with our home. A few months ago, I saw this exact duck at church. I was so excited I went up to the sister and asked her where she had gotten the duck and explained the story behind the importance. The following day I took a trip to this store only to find they had sold out. I had let the idea of getting a replacement slip my mind.
Today to my great surprise this sister came up too me with the duck. She had found another duck while she was visiting her family out west. I can not tell you how thankful I'm to her. I don't know this sister very well and for her to think of me brought tears to my eyes, and a great testomony of the love sisters share with-in the gospel.
Thank you Sister Merrell You made my day!
2 comments:
What a beautiful post. I saw her hand you the duck today and wondered what it was for. What a great story! What a beautiful little girl you have!
Those are such special pictures ~ My sisters have both had tiny three pounders who spent weeks in the hospital!
It was so fun to meet A this summer, I hope she'll get back here soon!
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