It's been five years since we left our little home, heading to Dallas to face the unknown of Ella's birth. In just a mere 13 days our miracle baby girl will turn five years old. I'm not sure how that's possible! Every year on this day I reflect because it's the day that everything really became a reality. Of course it was already our reality with so many doctors appointments, but this was the day we left our home and we knew that on that day, five years ago, when we came home we would either have a fragile baby post open heart surgery or we would come home with empty arms, an empty nursery, and broken hearts. Either way, we knew when we returned home our lives would be forever changed. We had no idea how long we would be gone or even if it would possibly end up being a permanent move to Dallas, depending on her condition when she was born. It was a scary day, I remember arriving at the Ronald McDonald house exhausted and still so sick from the pregnancy. Of course we will never be able to express our gratitude for the Ronald McDonald house and all that it provided for us while we were there, but it wasn't home. And we were there under very hard circumstances. It's not the way we wanted everything to work, and because we knew we may be spending our last 13 days with our baby girl I desperately wanted to be home with her. As I look back over the last five years I'm humbled by the miracles that God has done on behalf of our baby girl. It has been far from easy, there's been so much pain both physical and emotional, but worth every single second of sacrifice and tears. She is such a ray of light in our world, our sweet sunshine. We can't wait to celebrate her fifth year of life and hope for many many more!