“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.”
Waverly is doing as well as can be expected. She is calm and quiet, sleeping most of the time with tiny changes in her breathing. We are doing all we can to keep her comfortable - fuzzy socks, cozy blankets, favorite stuffed animals, familiar movies and music playing, storytelling, dancing star light from her sea turtle.
We do not have time frame. She is going to guide us. She will know when it is time.
For now we prepare. And as we continue about our tasks, we savor moments with her. Holding hands, kissing her chubby cheeks, wiping her lips.
I'm talking to her. A lot.
As Matt said so beautifully, we are not hoping for a miracle. She is the miracle.