Wichita, KS USA

Saturday, May 4th, my parent’s celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. My sisters and I had been making plans for this over a year. Venue was reserved, invitations were sent out, catering was paid for, fancy new outfits, the whole nine yards.
A turn of events transpired quickly. My dad was admitted to the Kansas Heart Hospital on Monday, April 29th, due to his mechanical valve failing. His open-heart surgery to replace the valve was scheduled for Wednesday, May 8th. Well, Thursday, May2nd was here, and we were told that they didn’t feel comfortable allowing him to go home. They were aware of the big celebration that we had planned and kindly offered us the use of their large conference room to move our party to. My sisters and I scrambled to let everyone about the change of venue and time. Saturday was upon us, and we came up here to decorate as much as we could. I walked out the hospital feeling sad, drained, and defeated. We were undeniably grateful for the use of the conference room, but we wanted so much more for our parents. As I’m walking out, I notice something in the bushes blowing around. I continued walking, but then felt the need to turn around and check it out. I first read the tag and started to cry, then I noticed the pattern. Music notes on the front and Elvis on the back. I bawled. Of all three sisters, I am the musical one. I even have a treble clef and retro mic tattoo. Music is my life. You can ask anyone around me. I’m the one who found that heart. That perfect heart.
God was with me that day. He had me walk out of that hospital first, and by myself so that I would find that heart. That heart reminded me of my faith. Everything happens for a reason, and God is in control.
Today, I kept that heart with me while my dad had his open-heart surgery. He’s not exactly doing the best, but he is strong and resilient, and I know that God’s got this.
THANK YOU to the sweet soul who made that perfect heart for my heart. You have NO idea what this did for me, and on the day it happened. All the timing was beautiful, just as God planned.