13 Days

Most of you know that our first 13 days have been less than stellar.

Last Thursday, not even 5 days into D's trip, I came home and found that Cebu had passed away while I was at a doctor's appointment. He did us a big favor by dying peacefully. I am very thankful he was never in a great deal of pain or discomfort, and I am also thankful that Derick and I didn't have to choose to end his life. I think that would have been even more difficult.

The house is much cleaner and quieter with our two guys gone . . . after all, Cebu was Derick's only male counterpart here!!

I was at the doctor for a reason - I had a terrible cold and was losing my voice. Luckily, he gave me some medicine that eventually cleared up the congestion -- I didn't lose my voice this time. But all 3 of us were sick with the cold. Then it moved on to my stomach and, eventually, Caroline's.

The bright spot in the last 13 days is that mom and dad felt so sorry for me they traveled to Pinehurst to help me celebrate my birthday!! That was great. I got to spend the day with some of my favorite people - and end the day at my favorite Pinehurst restaurant...

Unfortunately, I did not feel well their entire visit. And before they could get out of town, Caroline got sick. She's missed 2+ days of school this week! I am hoping she's finally getting better.

While I've promised myself that I will not wish my life away, I am anxious to make it to the 2-week mark on Sunday morning so that we can reset this whole deal with a fresh week...