Recently I've been reminded how forgetful I am. I've been stressed and not feeling good, and I've found myself less then patient with Korinne and Khloe. Then I remember. Korinne isn't even supposed to be here. Khloe is a miracle as well. So now I'm trying to constantly remind myself how I felt when I sat in the hospital and was told what to expect, and how my daughter would die. I am so blessed. I don't deserve such a miracle.
I'm so glad for this reminder, and I'm so grateful for my daughter. I'm grateful the Lord gave me the chance to have these rough parenting moments, and I'm grateful I have the opportunity to practice patience.