Tomorrow Namine has a cardiac appointment. We don’t expect anything out of the ordinary, but as time goes on, she approaches that unknown day: the day when she needs the third heart surgery, the Fontan. Until then, we remain vigilant.
We were afraid, when Namine had her foot surgery back in June, that the stress would be too much for her heart. She was subjected to much more time under the knife than was expected, and it even messed with her sight for a few days. But she recovered, and her heart seemed to do just fine.
Last night, I took Namine for a ride in her car. We ran around (well, I ran while she rode) outside for a little while before bedtime; it surprised me how quickly a half hour passed. It seemed to me then, as it does now, that the best times are over too quickly. Don’t you feel the same? But it is in these, in the little moments, in the wordless times than can never quite be articulated, that are the best moments of our lives.