So what I will share in this blog post is that I have spent the week with a heightened (intensified, electric) appreciation for my girls. They are healthy. They can walk. They can talk. They look at me and know who I am.
And while there is suffering, our lives keep moving forward . . .
Lauren made up with her friend. There was even an "I'm sorry" said. (I'm learning how quickly junior high waters can change.)
Elise practiced her piano recital piece so many times this week that is it almost ready for the school Valentine talent show. She plays it about every ten minutes.
Sarah has earned five stickers on her job chart towards a date with Mom or Dad. I hope she picks me. It's been awhile since I went to Fat Cat's.
Anna went skiing for her first time. Scott kept telling her to make a "pizza" with her skiis. She looked at him funny and said, "Do you mean an 'A'?"
Little stuff. But not really. Reading Sara's posts, I've been reminded that these little things are really the big ones. It's not trivial to say that each day is a miracle.
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