This part is short. I wish it could have lasted forever. I wish we could relive these days endlessly, but we can’t. That’s not how life works. Thankfully, though, God did something to our hearts when he gave us Bethie. He gave us awareness. And gratitude. And so, as we lived the best days of our lives, we knew it. We knew how lucky we were to have two children on the blanket in the backyard, two children listening to Daniel Tiger songs and dancing in the kitchen, two children lazing in pajamas all morning in the playroom. We knew we were the luckiest.
Bethie and I arrived home to Brian, Freddie, and Papa. Papa helped us get settled and then returned to Illinois. We explored our new home, and Bethie moved into her bedroom with the perfect pink walls. We played and sang and barely slept (that part wasn’t my favorite, but it’s pretty easy to laugh about looking back on it). Bethie met her new cousins, we took trips to the park, and Freddie learned to happily share toys with his baby sister. He even learned that she could make him laugh. I don’t think it’s possible for words to accurately express our joy in the months that followed. But know that this joy is more than enough to sustain us until we see our Bethie again.