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Angel in Waiting

October 9, 2012

I sat down at my computer tonight and tried to conjure up some creative words to make sense of all of this. To try to make it all sound beautiful and poetic. I can’t promise this post will end up that way. 

 
I woke up on Sunday morning to a text from Brittany. Just one word. 
 
“Harper :(“
 
And I knew that she was gone. 
 
It’s amazing how one small and precious life can change so many others, so many who never even met Harper. I have received so many texts and messages of prayer and thought for this sweet baby girl, amazing amounts of love that I want to pass on to her family. 
 
I find comfort in knowing God has an ultimately greater plan for us all than we could ever imagine for ourselves. This was true for Harper as well. Because of her, thousands more people are now aware of CDH than were before her. Because of her, there are families who are holding tight to their babes, cherishing every second, every heartbeat, every sweet breathy baby coo they have with them rather than taking that time for granted. Because of Harper, a community has come together to surround her family. 
 
I had the opportunity to photograph some amazing babes this weekend. A vivacious little boy whom I chased wildly through open field, and a newborn princess wrapped in pink and draped in cool nursery light. Taking in these moments, my heart broke for William and Erin because Harper never made it home to her nursery. She will never run wildly through open fields. She will never experience her first day of school, or ride a bike, or take ballet. But those weren’t the works God intended for her. Rather, he chose her for this struggle because he knew she was meant to inspire. Her purpose was to reach out and touch thousands of hearts with her life without ever stepping foot outside that hospital. We were all blessed to share in her story. Every single soul who heard of her struggle were blessed to share this place in time with her. She showed us all that life is precious enough to fight for, down to the very last second. 
 
From the moment she took her first breath, Toot was an angel in waiting for wings. 
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