There are no coincidences. When we first found out we had a donor, we originally heard that Kelptyn's transplant "Day 0" would be today. I knew from that day forward that all would be okay and that it was Carrie telling me "Hey, I'm here, I got this, I'll carry it". How could it be that the very same day that my dear cousin took her last breath all those years ago, that she might be able to breathe new life into our son's tiny body. Coincidence? I think not. So his transplant day changed, but her message was received loud and clear. So then again today, surrounded by Carrie, one of Kelptyn's favorite hospital musicians Karl Anthony (who we haven't seen at all in the BMT wing and we haven't seen him in about a month) happened to stop by Kelptyn's room and play not one, but two songs about angels. Crazy! How did he know? An angel sent him. :)
So tonight as I laid our son down to sleep I prayed an extra prayer to our guardian angel and I told her:
"We're okay tonight. Can you please go to the East coast and be with Kelptyn's donor? Watch over her as she's gives a great gift tomorrow, make sure she's okay before you fly along side the plane that will bring her gift to the West coast, and Carrie....will you carry this gift through our son's tiny body until he can carry himself? I love you Carrie Jean, thanks for walking beside, around, and through me all these years."