One year ago doctors had some very bad news.
We didn't know what would happen.
We didn't know what to do.
We didn't know if there was anything we could do.
We were scared.
Yet what we didn't know was that 2 superheroes had emerged.
Out of the ordinary.
Two regular people who had superhero strength hiding inside of them
waiting,
until the world needed their powers.
One year later, we're celebrating superhero mom and dad.
For their strength, and their hope, and their miracle.
MOM has become a cancer expert, food nutritionist, healer, and most important of all
hope guru.
When we had tears, she battled them with
hope we hadn't dared look for.
She took our fears and asked us to be stronger than that
and pray for a miracle.
Do we dare?
Us?
An ordinary family - ask for a miracle?
So we did.
And we got one.
Just because we dared ask.
My DAD is tough.
Not your ordinary "my dad can beat up your dad" tough,
but tougher.
He had to look death in the face.
He had to have the courage to say,
"Nope. Not me. Not yet."
And then he had to deal with that Every. Single. Day.
Even though his body had betrayed him.
Even though his mind knew the odds.
Even though it felt so unfair.
And he did that. Every day. And his body rebelled. He felt sick. He felt weak. He felt tired. Yet every day he got up. And maybe he went to bed early, but he got up. And continues to get up. Every. Single. Day. That takes superhero strength.
And so here we are a year later. All together because really my parents are superheroes.
They knew we had more memories to make.
And so we are.
