I feel like I don’t have a ton to write about today. It was a big day, but also low key. But also not. Brady saw an oncologist and a couple of hours later, his physiatrist. Well. One of his physiatrists. He talked brains and got botox. Don’t at me about the botox. You’d get it, too, if you were in his position. Meanwhile I drove into the city to bring a baby to a visit, and then went home for a couple of hours. Bonus points to Cher for hanging with the other babies so I could drive home solo. I came home and had lunch and a little bit of sitting time before I woke the babies and went back into the city to pick up the baby from the visit. I got home to kids who were freshly home from school, and I brought in the three babies, none of which had a good solid nap.
It has been a little tough since I got home. But Brady is almost here, and then I think I’m going to take a quick five to just breathe in and out on my own.
The days are good. Don’t get me wrong. They have been loaded with good. Training for track is fun. Babies are popping teeth, taking first steps, learning first words, and showing off new skills. We are all bonding like no other, and its been GREAT. I am incredibly grateful! As Solly prays so often, thank you Lord for letting us have foster babies and for getting us into foster care!
But goodness. Some afternoons, between school and supper, I feel pretty on edge.
Thank you, friends, for so consistently bringing us meals. As we come to the end of our meal train, I find myself just overcome by the level of care we have received 💜 Thank you all for being good neighbours and putting into our family.