Wow.

A dream came true. That's what happened to me yesterday.

I remember when I was young and stupid, dreaming about sitting in church with my boyfriend. I'm not sure why that was such a big deal to me. Perhaps because I always felt little pangs of jealousy when I saw church-friends holding hands with their significant others. I would dream about the day that *my* boyfriend would put his arm around my shoulder while we pretended to listen to the sermon. And, when Richie and I walked into my home church, hand-in-hand, that cold December morning in 1999, I remember my heart smiling as I realized that it was a little dream come true. It was a good day.

Fast forward a few years and I began imagining a different dream. I fantasized about the day when my sweet Ellie would walk into church with her little walker. I would imagine how precious she'd be, as she'd make her way up the aisle to a chorus of cheers and tears.

Yesterday, that dream came true.

I can't even describe the bubbling of my heart. Ellie was even more precious than in my dreams. It was almost unbelievable to see the reaction from people who had been praying for her since the day she was born. We were prayed for during our NICU stay, we were prayed for as we sat in the neurologist's office, receiving the CP diagnosis, and we've been prayed for as Ellie works SO HARD in therapy. And, yesterday, my sweet baby girl walked into church.

It was a million times better than walking to the mailbox.

Of course, I want more. I want her to walk into church with canes. I want her navigate stairs. I want, I want, I want... But, today, I'm just gonna savor the dream come true. I'm going to rejoice in what Ellie's accomplished and be satisfied. I'm going to shower my miracle baby with praises and remind her that she is AWESOME.

It's a good day.