Small things make the biggest impact sometimes. Recently we visited the doctor and I noticed that Hope’s chart reflected her name. Not her birth name or the one that the insurance company needs to see mind you,  I saw her name. Someone recognized how important her name is and changed the file. It filled my heart with such a sense of gratitude. When we’d seen a different doctor a couple months earlier it wasn’t the birth name on the file that bothered me but the fact the nurse kept asking if she was a twin (and loudly). She kept questioning how my daughter could have my son’s same information. In that moment, I wanted to believe things would get easier with time, but I hadn’t seen the signs… yet.

I feel this flood of optimism wash over me like a spring breeze, you know the one where you take off your stuffy winter coat for the first time, turn your head to the sun and close your eyes. Sure, there will be days ahead where I won’t feel like this. There will be times that are harder than what I’ve endured in the past, but for right now I am basking in the glow. To think one little gesture sparked fireworks of faith. I guess that’s all it takes sometimes.