Dancing on Monday

Today Birungi Suizen weighed 8.3 kg.  His target for minimum survivable weight for his length was 8kg (though it still leaves him WAY below the minimum size for age).  And he has gone in just a week from standing, to walking, to DANCING.  Yes, dancing.  Pat saw how much he liked listening to our cell phone rings, and managed to find him a gaudy pink plastic toy cell phone that plays obnoxious electronic riffs over and over.  He loved it, held it to his ear smiling and swaying, then stood at the end of the bed holding onto the rail, dancing.  He is the closest thing to the insubstantial nature of prayer taking form.  I’m sure we’ll never know how many people over this world have followed his resurrection journey, how many prayers lay behind those grams accumulating.  He is supposed to stay over target for a week to be ready to go home, something the other little baby boy with TB (Rick Tom, what a great name!) did today, all smiles as we sent him on the way.  My heart still cringes with the possibility that Suizen could fall apart again . . . But for today I rejoice in the dance.