I have a very vivid memory of a day over 8 years ago. I was driving down Markham, passing the old Leawood entrance when Mandy answered the phone. "It's not good," she said as I was waiting to turn left onto Mississippi, "No one should hear the things they are telling us about our child." And I don't remember a whole lot more details until the part where I pulled into the Bethany parking lot and started crying as I repeated it all to my mom.
Over the next several months, doctors upon doctors delivered the worst possible news to their family. One day she'll wake up and not be able to stand up and it will go fairly fast from there. There's a chance she won't live to be 5, but there is no way she will live to be 10.
And through our tears, all of us who love this sweet family begged for God to change the diagnosis and change the direction the doctor's were giving for this baby girl's life.
This weekend, that sweet girl turned 10. She had her party at the studio where she takes dance and is on a competitive dance team that took 1st at a recent competition.
Now I don't want to imply that life has been easy for her. She had years of daily therapy. Her muscles don't always agree with her, but she is determined. And every time a new doctor looks at her file and her diagnosis, they can't believe that it belongs to the most spirited girl you've ever met sitting in front of them.
She's practically one of my own and it's been quite a journey and privilige to witness a miracle performed in front of us. I've gone from trying to figure out how I would explain to my little girl why her best friend went to be with Jesus so soon to begging them to go to sleep before 2 am and asking if they can take a 5 minute break from dancing.
HAPPY 1Oth BIRTHDAY, Maggie Moo!! What a miracle you are! So grateful to God that I have gotten to experience your life and love you and your family!
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