We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A New Kind Of Perfect
This is my first entry into the world of blogging, but not online journaling. It has been a while however, so it's like starting over! This little spot on the web is where I will update on Peanut and her medical issues, Monkey and his life, and everything in between!