This is a day we’ve shared with few people, but one I reflect on often, and increasingly so with Sammy’s open heart surgery officially scheduled (more on that later). The first morning after Sammy was born, I sent Mike...
It was the second Monday in September when we got the call that our room was ready at the Ronald McDonald House (RMDH) of Dallas. So, we packed up the car and hit the road for what would be...
“ Mrs. Harris, we need you to come back to Dallas immediately—and be prepared to stay, if necessary.” It was Thursday morning, and we had just returned home from Dallas less than 12 hours earlier. In addition to Sammy’s regular...
One day at a time. I find myself repeating this phrase more often each day. Since our last trip to Dallas, it seems as though time hit fast forward and all of a sudden here we are, making final...
Quiet. It was still silence as Mike and I rode the shuttle from the hotel to our consultation at Dallas Children’s Medical Center. We exchanged glances back and forth, sharing acknowledgement that this was the appointment we’d been waiting...
You can’t break me. That’s what I kept thinking as I sat with my clenched jaw and tightly grasped hands. It was another appointment that seemed destined to strip me bare like a wire cruelly exposed to the elements,...
Baby Harris has a first name! We named him Samuel, but not after a Dr. Seuss book. This Samuel comes from the book of Samuel in the Bible because I felt a connection with his mother Hannah. I know...