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.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Okay, so a few words. ;) This was taken when my Peanut was 2 months old. These were preemie clothes, and they were too big on her. I just love this picture!!