This has been an absolute whirlwind in the last 48 hours for our family. I was awoken this morning by my phone loudly ringing and rattling against the table, it was a call letting me know our luggage was back in Orlando. I must have been in such a deep sleep because as I grabbed for the phone everything on my nightstand came with it except the lamp. My glasses, remote control. devotional, and my framed picture of Lola. It came down with a loud crash! That is the first thing JP said to me, "Kim, Lola's picture fell!" As I hung up the phone and gathered myself together, I picked up her picture. It was laying right between the bed and nightstand, the tricky tight squeeze of a spot but it was untouched and still perfect. I let out a sigh and smiled back at her. I placed the shimmering golden frame right back where it belonged, close to us. All was good....it was a such a reminder that things will be okay, just like these crazy last couple days of our lives. Thanks Lola...
Love,
The Mother of an Angel
