Yesterday, we walked in our fifth March for Babies. It was great because:
1. Myla got to walk across the finish line again (truly, my favorite part.)
2. We had our whole family there – I even made Johnny get up to be there.
3. The sun was shining and the day was beautiful.
4. We did it up right this year and had matching t-shirts, well, except for Myla’s, which was a little bit different.
But the best part? It was for my little girl. It was for the tiniest baby that SMU NICU had seen in 30 years. It was for the most amazing little spitfire to ever arrive at under a pound and a half. She had one lady who asked if she was the one on the back of our shirts. And when I answered yep, this was her, she gave Myla a high-five and said “you’re awesome!” And she doesn’t even know her! But its true, she’s awesome, and I’m so thankful every day that she overcame all sorts of odds, or climbed all sorts of mountains, or checked off all sorts of milestones to be able to walk with us across the finish line and march for all babies.
Like her little sister – who was also fantastic all the way through the walk. She simply surfed in the wagon, watched the people and snacked. I had wanted (in my own little mind) for Myla to walk across the finish line holding her sister’s hand, because THAT would have been really awesome. Here are two little amazing little girls who delight me and drive me crazy and make me laugh and cry and make me want to be the very best I can be to make them proud to call me mom. Because I am beyond proud to call them my girls. They change the way I see the world and I am forever grateful for being blessed with these crazy, silly, smart, fun, beautiful girls.
Thank you to all who supported us this year, the years past, and who know Myla’s story and tell it to others. Because yesterday, we marched for babies – all babies and we hope that everyone who gets a chance to hug a child the next chance it comes to them, understands just how awesome these little kids are.