Link up the everyday moments of your week.
Because it isn’t really the big things that tell the story of your life, but the bitty things.
I accidentally ran into Andy at the grocery store buying my Mother’s Day gifts.
This was SUPER weird, because he was unexpectedly off early (even to him!), he works 20 miles away, and I had intended to go to the store hours earlier, but hadn’t gotten around to it…
He told me that he saw me first and considered running down an aisle so I wouldn’t see him.
Except he knows that while I appreciate the gestures on Mother’s Day, it’s not a big deal to me so it’s not like I’d be all offended.
He took Henry to see Avengers, so the girls and I cuddled up on the couch and watched The Little Mermaid.
I love simple nights with my family.
I snuck out on Saturday morning with Uncle Marc to do some yard sale hunting.
I found a fun glass jar (that now has a spray painted lid and lives in the kids’ bathroom with cotton balls in it), a big jar of marbles, and a second skateboard for the kids.
Fun finds. Nothing fancy. But a great way to spend my morning.
We lolly gagged around the house and the kids never got out of pj’s.
They played outside and were downright FILTHY by the end of the day. Outside. In public. In last night’s jammas.
I always kinda mourn the fact that we don’t live on acreage in the country where my kids can climb trees, jump in creeks, and catch frogs and whatnot. So this is my suburban alternative.
I like it.
I had specifically requested the big Starbucks cold cup as my Mother’s Day gift.
I have the smaller version and I am convinced that iced water tastes better in it.
And no, the knock off ones you can get at Target or Pier 1 for a fraction of the cost won’t be the same.
Marketing is an amazing thing. And I’m a sucker. (Which is funny because I’m not really a big fan of Starbucks at all!).
I have recently discovered the yummy that is the Passionfruit Iced Tea…with half the sweetner. Good stuff.
We had another trip to the ER this week.
In an effort to strike that delicate balance between being transparent and sharing our story, and protecting Jill’s privacy, I can never bring myself to take a photo of her in a hospital bed. It just seems like too much. Too personal. Too vulnerable. And just altogether inappropriate.
So I try to let my prayer warriors know what is going on by snapping a picture of something else that will tell the story.
I am forever grateful for the incredible people…strangers around the globe…who immediately respond with prayers for my little goofy family. I cannot thank any of you enough.
One thing I wish for all special needs parents?
That they had the incredible support system around them that we do.
It takes but one text and we are flooded with prayer, meals appear magically on our doorstep, offers for babysitting are made, and emails asking if we need anything at all fill my inbox.
While I often say no (because at some point there is pride, but also because this is part of our life…we just have to do, you know?)…it is invaluable to know that it is there if I need it.
My friend Tracy knows me well. She showed up unannounced at my doorstep with a gift bag filled with three mind numbing magazines (a gossip mag, THE infamous Time issue, and Real Simple), and three bags of my ultimate favoritest of all time gummy bears. You know, one for each magazine.
She nailed it.
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