Thoughts and prayers...

As I get ready to go to bed tonight, for the first time since I learned of Syd's surgery, I'm allowing myself to cry. I've held it in for 3 days and now it refuses to stay in.

My precious baby is having surgery tomorrow and I'm scared. Not because it's a major surgery or a dangerous surgery, but because it's scary.

I pray that God will wrap His loving arms around her and carry her through this surgery. I pray the doctors will be on their games and they will perform a successful surgery. I pray that Sydney breezes right through it and it doesn't change her at all. I pray that she isn't scared when she goes into surgery. I'm so thankful that Ilse will be with her - that gives me some peace. I pray that her tiny, fat little finger will heal perfectly and she'll have full range of motion. I pray that in a few days or months I will look back and think "wow that wasn't really so bad."

But for now, I pray that I will have the strength to make it through the morning without Sydney seeing me cry.

I know God's plan for my beautiful daughter is a long, healthy life and this is just a speed bump in her road. For that I am forever grateful....