I believe in miracles if we look hard enough they are there to see, but there is also suffering and we see so much of that too in a wide range of scenarios.
Tonight though, after a long personal journey of someone I call a friend, I am celebrating and this is why...
Just weeks before my first daughter was born a friend of mine gave birth to a baby boy, Joseph, who was born sleeping, it was a devastating loss for her, her partner and their young son Lewis to lose the little boy who they were expecting to come into their lives and give them sleepless nights and the true delights that a new addition to the family can bring. Since that day life has never been the same again for Laura and as time has gone on she has experienced even more sadness, the losses of miscarriages and of failed IVF treatments, the pain kept on happening, more than any woman should be reasonably expected to cope with, I'm sure that at times she felt all hope had gone and only her son Lewis has given her a reason to fight and keep going. She has always desperately hoped that one day she would complete her family and bring her baby home.
5.5 years on, this very night, that brave woman after a fraught pregnancy has given birth to a beautiful baby girl, so perfect on the photograph I have seen that she brought tears to my eyes. Immediately my facebook feed errupted with the news that the little girl has arrived safely and I cannot begin to explain the feelings that even I, from a distance feel about the wonderful news she is here.
Someone wrote on Laura's facebook wall earlier, 'Laura you and this little girl are proof that miracles do happen and that dreams can come true.' Amen to that x
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