A couple weeks ago, our neighbor asked to speak with me. We talk almost everyday so it was not a rare thing. Once I put Luca to sleep, I went over to their house. They asked if I had a handheld tape recorder. No, but why? He walked over to their small table and pushed a button on the answering machine. I knew what the message was going to be before it even started. Sunday, August 8th, 6:34am. It was the message I left them, asking them to get to church to start praying for Luca. That our baby girl was very sick and we needed all the prayers we could get. He wanted me to have a copy of the message so that Luca could listen to it one day. You can hear my agony in the message, and as I listened to myself cry in the message, full of desperation, I felt a tear pill over the side of my eyelid.
That message, while it was awful to hear, reminds me just how far we have come. And that, that is something I never want to forget or take for granted.