Last night I was watching Amer.ican Id.ol and heard the song by Car.rie Under.wood, called Temporary Home for the first time. A mom of a baby that was diagnosed at 20 weeks, with hydrocephalis and was told her baby would not live, sang it. Her baby Keira is living and is doing well.
It was so touching to hear these lyrics and I had a good cry over them:
"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
I wish it felt more temporary. I'm sure it will one day. I love you my babies.
Thankful for poop on the floor!
1 day ago