I can't stop thinking about Wendi tonight. She's young, beautiful, passionate- the kind of mom I'd love to be. Her precious Cecilia is three and one the most delightful little girls I've ever met. The last time I saw either of them was this summer when I went back to visit Crosstown. And now it's hard for me to comprehend that Wendi is lying helpless in a hospital bed away from her baby girl. I can't wrap my brain around it.
Pray. I don't care that you don't know them or have finals to study for or don't do "that sort of thing." She needs it. They both do.
brought to my knees by the reminder of how fragile life is,