Eliot lived 99 days.
He was born with Trisomy 18.
Eugene Peterson says it this way:
“Everytime someone tells a story well, the gospel is served”
All we have done is tell a story. The story of our son... I have purposely made strides to downplay the God-card. This was simply because all I could do was get in the way with my feeble attempts. God was in the story. He did not need to be exposed. If you have found yourself drawn to this story and not really knowing why, I humbly propose that my son is only a vehicle to proclaim a story greater than his own.from 99 balloons
(How shall we learn this unconditional love,
if we do not allow them to be born who ask it of us?)
ht sheepcat
What a beautiful little boy, and what courageous parents.
Posted by: Mrs. Falstaff | October 15, 2007 at 08:53 PM
Yes, it's quite a story, isn't it?
Posted by: joseph | October 15, 2007 at 10:28 PM