We decided to get back to running and hit the pavement on this beautiful, 70 degree day. I thought I would die after the one mile, but the kids were chomping at the bit to get out of the stroller. We let them out and they took off.
He ran longer than JK, which has never happened. He ran almost a quarter of a mile, walking for a few seconds only a couple of times. I really thought I'd never see this.
My heart is full. Overflowing.
Four weeks after open heart surgery...my boy who's never been able to run like this. Who says God isn't still in the business of performing miracles?
O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me. Psalm 30:2