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Our last family vacation happened over two years ago. The extent of the work required to pull off that trip successfully left me feeling far more strained and stressed than if we’d stayed at home. Frankly I can’t recall a time when I was so pleased to return home. For Hannah though, we had still
As I am typing this, it is 1247 AM MST. Tony has been awake since 1123 PM. So I’m writing this on three hours of sleep. The last two nights before this one, he woke up at 206 AM and 156 AM…and didn’t go back to sleep. We talked a fair bit about this last
To Amara For roughly a year and a half now, you have patiently come into our home once each week to provide Tony’s occupational therapy. Since that very first visit I have been grateful for your positive attitude and your willingness to meet Tony where he is at. You have a wonderful way of listening
My sweet husband Andy reads each of my weekly posts. After reading last month’s post “So Many Questions,” which was written about the challenges our family had been experiencing trying to obtain an updated and medically appropriate speech device for our son (whose current device has been malfunctioning for nearly a year now), he noted
Simplicity and I have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes I can be comfortably entwined with something that is stripped down, and others I feel that all of the details of a particular situation are demanding an acknowledgment from me with equal force. Sometimes the way I write about our experiences is just a product of
The day after I last posted, Tony was up at 1:29 am (been there, done that at nearly the same time, right?). He was bouncing energetically on his bed, and presented in every way as he normally does in the wee hours of the morning. About half an hour after he woke up the second
Miss R is the sweetest. Our little band of public therapy rompers encounter her sometimes at one of our local Target stores. She of the fabulously sparkly scarf, brimming with kindly energy and enthusiasm, asked me January 1st, 2020 how my day was going. Only after hearing the sepulchral dustiness of my answer, and glancing
A couple of nights ago, Andy removed much of our outdoors holiday light display, leaving only remnants of bush netting with lights that might discreetly pass undetected during any roadside scrutiny from the HOA until he has enough spare time to finish the job. Inside our home, three deflated stockings still grace the walls…and one
To J.T. Nearly 7 years ago our family stood before a judge, holding a beautiful nine month old baby boy who had been our foster son, humble and joyful as a judge declared we were now legally his parents in every way. Reams of records can attest: nobody involved with his case then could have
This is a post that is- and yet isn’t- about me. As I contemplated how I wanted to approach writing a bit more about our holidays this year, I knew that what would feel most joyful for some to read would be focused on the superficial aspects. A diorama of Christmas trappings and traditions as
