To truly understand the significance of this picture, you have to know what transpired the 24 hours before it was taken. It was the darkest day in my life so far. No parent should get a phone call that their child is being rushed to emergency surgery, let alone a parent that is 600 miles away. Never.
But it happened to us. It seemed like an eternity passed between the time that we received that phone call and actually seeing him in post op recovery. I remember not being able to breathe. I'm convinced I held it in for the 7 hour journey. All I could do was pray, and ask others to do the same.
They did and we were surrounded by angels, literally and figuratively. I know what it's like to be held in the palm of God's hand.
We were anxious to share the good news about the success of the surgery as well as show everyone how well he looked. I guess a picture of him alone would have sufficed, but I wanted others to know that I made it through alright too. While Steel underwent his own ordeal, he pulled me out of mine in the moment we were together. No matter what happened next, we were together and that's all that mattered.
I've never smiled a more genuine smile in my life. Not before, nor since. That is the look of relief and pure joy. We took turns posing with him as though he was a celebrity. Looking back on it now, I think we all needed the individual moment for our own, personal healing and closure.