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, April 6, 2010
This is my sister and her husband, with Monkey. My sister is 6 weeks pregnant. :)
This is my 89 year old Grandmother. She just read the Easter card from my sister that was signed "Amanda, Ken, and Baby To Be".