This is my mother. She moved away from her husband, home and family for an entire year...for my family. She payed for an apartment across the street from us, and every morning would come over at 2 and leave at 5, because that was her shift with the babies. She almost never slept during those hours. Did I mention she did this for a year? She came with me to countless appointments. She'd spend the night in the hospital with our babies so we could sleep. She was there when Hazel almost died and she was there when Lucy did die. When she said she understood what we were going through she did, not only because she had a child die, but because she went through our experience with us. Growing up there were times she was my only friend. She always lets me talk and talk, even if she's heard it all before. I've never doubted my mother's love. She takes less for herself, so she can give more to others. I love you Momma!
In honor of Nurses week I wanted to share a little about my favorite nurse. Lucy had one nurse who I still think about everyday. Her name is Carolyn and she was truly our angel. She always fought for Lucy and treated her as if she was her daughter. She loved Lucy and Lucy loved her. We always felt safe when Carolyn was around. She wasn't working when Lucy died but came in to weep with us. She stayed for hours waiting for us to leave so she could prepare her body. I wanted to show Carolyn what an amazing person Lucy was going to grow into. I won't get to now, but I like to think Lucy hangs out with Carolyn in the ICU, watching out for other little kids together. We love you Carolyn! Thank you for loving our daughter and making her lasts days beautiful.
So we've been playing hard out here in KC. Jack and Chuck had their 2nd and 28th birthdays on May 2nd. I feel like we've been celebrating for 2 weeks though. We opened presents the Saturday before their birthday. On Monday we went up to Omaha for the day(pictures to come). Tuesday Chuck went to his new ER rotation and found out he didn't need to come in again for an entire week. So on Wednesday, their actual birthday, we drove down to San Antonio.
Jack loves his new teepee.
I made an Indian piñata and about halfway through I realized how inappropriate it was to whack at a person's head. So I apologize to any this may offend.
Chuck, not even pretending to be surprised.
The cake. We didn't get around to making/eating this until yesterday. It was a pinterest recipe and turned out better than most of the recipes I've tried from pinterest.
Jack loves being the center of attention!
Me and my boy!
I just need to mention how much I love these two. Both of them have been so present for me at the most difficult time in my life. Jack has inherited Chuck's nurturing nature. I am grateful to have married a man who turned out to be such a great father. He constantly amazes me with his patience and ability to enjoy everything he does with our kids. Chuck is my best friend and I can't imagine going through this life with anyone else. Jack feels deeply. He wants so desperately to be loved and adored. He has a hard time with any correction. He is curious and becoming a little sponge. He's reading far beyond most kids his age and is catching up on his speech. He's obsessed with states and love dressing up like cowboys, Indians, dogs and just about anything else. He always knows when I'm sad or hurting and already seems sensitive to the spirit. He's fascinated with Lucy's death and talks about her, heaven and Jesus everyday. We love Jack and the little person he's becoming. Happy Birthday Boys!