The first time I saw Tucker, many hours after he was born, I reached into the port holes and pressed my finger to the thin palm of his hand. He slowly wrapped his rice-sized fingers around. His fingers couldn't fully wrap to come close to touching. The only thing pulsing through my mind and bleeding from my heart was this, "Lord. Please let him live. Whatever the cost." Over the months to come, Darrin and I repeated that same prayer together and separately literally hundreds of times. I ... View the Post
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