July 21 will always be a date on the calendar that we remember.  We do not dwell on those hard days and all the memories that come with them, but it's healthy to reflect on each part of Rylynn's story.  The one that got us to where we are.

Then. 
Then we were handing her over to the team of surgeons to place her on the Berlin VAD.  There were no gaurantees.  Rylynn was so sick that we feared she would not make it through the surgery.  The VAD was not even FDA approved, but it was our only hope.  So we trusted her care team and hoped.  We hoped she would survive the procedure, we hoped she would survive the night, we hoped she could survive till transplant.  HOPE.

Now.
Now I am trying to quickly get this written because Rylynn is already running circles through the house.  She has her hands full of baby dolls and a hammer.  I'm not sure what she is planning, but she has a vivd imagination and I love the elaborate scenarios she orchestrates.  Her hair is a tossled mess and she is flaunting her freshly painted fingernails.  She already begging for breakfast and for a morning swim.

Now our home is full of life and happiness. 

We are so blest.  Beyond what we hoped for two years ago.  Beyond what we had hoped for when we found out we were expected our first child. 

We have so much to be thankful for.  A new chapter is beginning in our lives as we reflect on what we've been through.  I will share with you as soon as I find a quick minute to sit back down.  Love to you all!