The blessings… the blessings.
When Rob asked last night if I minded if he posted my very first mother’s day photo I didn’t hesitate one bit.
No, go ahead I said.
And then later it hit me like a ton of bricks…complete with the full on ugly cry. My girls flocked to my side. Olena even patted my stomach to comfort me… to which I said, “C’mon I’m trying to cry here.”
Three months in the NICU at Crouse. These kids are fighters. And we are certainly blessed…Just look at how far they have come!
From that day to this, ups and owns, and sometimes mostly downs, I know one thing is true… Someone is looking out for us, and answering my prayers, and although everything is not perfect (“no one is perfect, only the Creator is perfect”), everything will be OK and we will be just fine.
I love my kids.