More like there are no words Wednesday.
And no words to fully explain how that feels when it happens in a country where you do not speak the native tongue.
And to have a kind Italian nurse come in, hug you, take pity on your exhausted heart…and then bring you a big, strong cup of Italian coffee.
Or how amazing the nurses and doctors were. No number high enough to describe the number of times I prayed.
"Relief" is not a big enough word to describe how I felt when the IV steroids started working.
There are not remotely enough words to tell you about the kind of friends I have. I did not have to worry about Harper, Sadie, and Lucy for one second. Jimmy and I took shifts at the hospital for 2 days without having to think about how Cate's sisters were doing.
So even though this post is full of words, they are not nearly enough. Not nearly enough to cover how my heart feels today as my baby girl sleeps in her own bed.
My cup runneth over.