For us, love looked like a cute little blond with sparkling blue eyes and a Southern drawl who flashed into our son's life nine years ago, along with her darling daughter, Kayla. "Windi", as her grandfather nicknamed her at her birth, was so full of life and love that one would never know she had a heart transplant in her late 20's. At the time that she gave birth to our grandson, Christopher, eight years ago, she was one of only 40 women worldwide, who successfully carried a baby full term after having a heart transplant. . .our miracle baby from one of God's most loving mothers.
This past North Carolina weekend, the weekend she left us to run to her Maker, was picture perfect--like God made nature look and feel like Windi. . .the blue of her eyes in the sky, the leaves turning yellow gold like her hair, a spunky breeze, the just right warmth from the sun, and, at night, how the stars twinkled. She would have soaked in the glorious day with her family because she knew how precious life is in every day that she had. . .who should care about laundry and matching onesie socks. . .she had her priorities straight.
When I finally got into my car that day, the very first song that played on the radio . . ."Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie." I am so going to miss you, my daughter-in-love.
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