One week and I missed James taking the stage and teaching stories about the stars. I missed the piano recital we have been working on for months. I missed Sam (who always puts up a good fight) playing his pieces perfectly. I missed babying Luke while he stayed home with strep. I missed them dancing in the schools' dance festival. I missed visiting my best friend in the hospital after having her fourth child. I missed the opening of the peonies in the front yard.
These treatments have just about killed me, but so has missing out on everything. I am so stinking sick of it!
I pulled up from the hospital to a very special welcome home....
|My sisters and friends, at it again.|
|All over the house balloons with wishes from family and friends tied to them.|
|Tonight we brought them outside for a launch.|
|We couldn't get Ginger out of attack mode.|
|We watched the wishes mingle with the moon.|