
Charli & I after church Sunday morning
Charli, Jake, & I
Jake & my daughter Shelby
Charli, Jake, me, & Shelby
I cannot even begin to tell each of you just how...well, I don't even have a word that comes close to describing what I'm feeling. We sang "Shout to the Lord" Sunday morning and I could barely even swallow and sing over the emotional lump in my throat when it came to "I sing for joy at the work of your hands." Charli surviving this surgery is a miracle. God has been so incredibly amazing in showing Himself the last week and a half. We were so scared she wouldn't make it, or if she did she wouldn't be "our Charli" anymore. Just looking at these pictures I can hardly keep from crying. Charli is back. Charli, Charli. Not confused little girl Charli (because she has seemed very "young" since the surgery -- just really really needing to not be alone, being afraid and calling when I'm not there, etc) but normal, regular, spunky Charli. I couldn't stop hugging her Sunday morning. God has been so good to allow us to keep her here with us. I am so thankful for His amazing grace.
She looks so good, you might not even be able to tell, but the only visible sign from surgery is that her left eye is still a little swollen and she's still having a little trouble controlling it. She has a wicked cool scar behind her left ear, but I don't have any pics of that.
Because she's told me herself, I know that Charli is so incredibly thankful and blown away by how many of you have prayed for her. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.