And now he is a husky, healthy, handsome young man, with a 4.0 GPA, well loved by classmates and teachers alike. He's even taller than I am now. Now when I hug him, I do not live in fear . . . I feel certain my Johnny Angel will live long after I have gone to my own grave. And he is a good man, who make this world a better place than it otherwise would be.
I am so grateful God saw fit to send Johnny to our family--where would we be without him? When I hear that 97% of fetuses identified with CF are aborted, I just want to cry for the loss of the amazing souls who agreed to take on the challenge of CF in this life . . .
Just feeling really grateful today; hope no one minds me sharing.