What a week!

I am so thrilled that today is almost over.  My little Lucas got a shiner today.  Some horrible, awful, mean, icky big kid socked him one at the park today.  I am not taking it as well as Lucas is.  I feel so terrible, and I can only imagine what other bumps and bruises and tragedies large and small will befall him.  I hope I can weather those storms better than this one.

When Elliott had to stay at the hospital because of his jaundice, I literally thought I would never survive without him.  I stayed in the hospital with him, with no real clothes and no real food and no husband and no big brother.  It was awful.  Elaine came to the hospital in the middle of the night and made sure the nurses brought me food and compression socks.  Yes, my ankles were that big. 

I think sometimes about how lucky we are that we are so happy and healthy, and that it really does take these moments of discomfort and pain to remind ourselves how good we've really got it.  Ben and I say every day that we've really got it made, and we really do know it's true.

We are so fortunate to have our families, and to know that a kind word is never more than a phone call away.  We've got food to eat and share and an overabundance of 'extras'.  I am so grateful for all of this.

But my heart does ache when bad things happen to my good people.  I just hope this week takes it easy on us, I'd like to slow down and enjoy all these good times.  My guys are growing up so fast.