"Mom, can I please play with that thing that you bought?"
Kee hee. Begging to learn. I'm so clever.
A sob catches in my throat as you talk.
I look at my life - knowing how much I love it, knowing how perfect it feels. I sit wondering why I am so blessed when others are not.
My friend, thank you for sharing your story. A story of heartwrenching pain. Of the perfectly happy family, so similar to mine. Of your precious child becoming so ill - and then leaving this world far too early. Of your husband following shortly after.
I ache inside just listenening and silently wonder how in the world you ever got through it. Did you scream out to God? Were there days when you just couldn't drag yourself out of bed? How could you possibly comfort your other children when you were aching so? Did you just want to gather up what was left of your family and never let them go?
I will pray for you.
I will be so very thankful for what I have - not take it for granted.
I will show my husband all the love that I feel for him.
I will hold my children tightly and show them a mommy that loves them so.
The Lord set up a beautiful backdrop for us...
Do you have one of those children who climb, run, fall, and hurt themselves allthetime?
My little Zane always looks beat up.
There have only been a handful of days since he's learned to walk that he hasn't had a bruised forehead.
He chipped his front tooth a couple of months ago.
His legs - especially around his knees - are always bruised.
This time he got in a fight with a coffee table -and lost.
Yep, this one was hospital-worthy...
I shed a few tears today.
The hard-drive went out in Pink Beauty (my beautiful pink Studio 17 from Dell) and all of our mission trip pictures were on there.
Mexico, the Grand Canyon, Disneyland, the Redwood Forest...gone. Forever. *sob, sob*
The worst part? There were some stunning photos in there that I had planned on getting printed on canvases and using as art in our home.
Bye bye art.
Posted by Queen to my 3 Boys at 7/15/2009 08:52:00 PM
Alternative titles could have been:
Eating, Sleeping and Getting Pedicures
Mom, My 3 Aunts & Myself
Nobody Yelled "MOMMMMM..." For 3 Days and 3 Nights
What's it mean when Zane sleeps in? A leisurely shower for me.
The other boys are fine downstairs by themselves, right?
After my shower, I went downstairs and before I could see them, I called out, "Good morning boys! Whatcha doin'?"
Dylan (7): "Making tracks."
Me: "Tracks? With what?"
Dylan (7): "Icing sugar."
Our schoolroom floor was covered with the stuff and they had wet the wheels of their trucks so that they could make tracks when they drove their trucks through...
It's doesn't look so bad in the picture, but it was everywhere!