home has never seemed so sweet

Tate came home on November 15th. One week after surgery. That is remarkable. Before he was born the doctors told us that babies typically need to be in the hospital 2 - 4 weeks. He surpassed every expectation. I cannot believe what I have felt through all of this - just over 2 weeks of Tate's life. I know he was sent to our family to teach us. I know that Jesus Christ is real and that He lives. I know that the power of the priesthood has been restored to this Earth. I know that those who are worthy priesthood holders have been blessed with power, faith, nobility. I could not be more grateful for Erik. He is a man of God. I know that I have a family that has been sealed together. The faith, prayers and love of the diligent people that surround me has carried me each and every day since we first heard of Tate's heart defect. I know God answers prayers. I know He loves His little children, even those who are adults. I pray with all my soul that I will never forget the thoughts, feelings, moments, and comfort that I feel. I am full of thanksgiving. My cup runneth over. . .